Propped up on elbows, we face each other.
Whispering in the dark, though no one else can hear.
You press my lips shut to interrupt my babbling.
- “Sam — I love you.”
“Yes, really. Why else would I say it?”
“I love you, too.”
Cradling my face in your hands,
you kiss me soundly
and brush my tears aside.
- “Why didn’t you say something before?”
“I’m really glad you said it.”
“Me too. I mean it.”
This night isn’t the evening of Valentine’s Day.
It’s the first time you affirm
everything you demonstrate daily.