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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.”
    “Really?”
    “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?”
    “Timing mostly.”
    “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.

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