I Love you Too

 You never say I love you .

I mean ,not in those exact words .

I have learnt to read your voice .

To judge your actions,

To follow your lead.

To know that you love me when that line goes dead,

When you tell me to get myself together,

When you tell me you will always be there for me.

I believe you.

In that ,I know you love me.

It's in how you smile when I call you.

It's in how you tell me about your day

It's in when you say hello baby girl 

Hey darling.

How's my mama doing

It's in your little gestures if kindness.

I hear it when you remind me to check on my friends

I hear it when you remind me to keep warm 

I have learnt to hear it everywhere

And  hey ,

May you learn to hear my response and heed my call.

I love you too

© Chamanet

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