Pauses | Poetry

you told me 'I love you'
in a hundred different ways.

in the morning
the kitchen aglow in 
half light
I would feel you
wrap your arms around my
kiss my neck
and whisper sleepily
'what's for breakfast?'

in watching me
watch the lion king again
and again
because I never saw it as a child

playing every board game 
we could lay our hands on
into the early hours
instead of sleeping

the lingering stares
from eyes as rich as the 
afternoon coffee
we sipped

in embracing my sadness
telling me I never looked as 
than when i'm laughing.

you would tell me 
you loved me
without ever once saying it
out loud.