But Sweetheart, I Love You

It wasn’t the words at first, those words

at first it wasn’t even a thought, or

a sigh across the tongue, no

it started with a plant

in the dark

happy, content even if only watered

when remembered

It grew with a plane ticket

a trip scheduled on a whim

the support of so many and a million new memories

It kept on with a room

built of odds, and ends, and many more plants,

a space all it’s own, a room made for one

It has yet to end

to land for the final time

The words don’t always come

the thought refuse to roll across my mind

the sigh caught in my throat

But I am trying to give grace

to allow space, room to breath

out a little easier

To sometimes whisper

‘hey, I love you’ in the mirror

even when its hard to

even when I don’t want to

But Sweetheart, I Love You

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