i love you. . .

waiting.
i hear nothing.
maybe i whispered
too low,

i say it again,
i hug you,
i hold you close
you held me back
i can hear
your heartbeat
i can smell
your hair,
still the same
as it smelled
before, as far
as i know, everything's
familiar, yet
i felt something shift. . .

i kissed your
forehead, something
i have done at least
a thousand times
i say it again,
i just felt you sigh. . .

maybe you were
just tired,
maybe it was
stress, anxiety,
i do not really know
my eyes are heavy
with unshed tears
but i just brush
them off, i do
not want to
force you just
cause you saw
me breaking

maybe soon
i'll hear it again
it's okay, i still
will keep saying it
'cause i really, really do

i love you.

happy 17th