It’s been a couple weeks since we’ve been together and I don’t remember the last words that you said to me. But I do remember the words “I love you”, and I remember the feel of your voice vibrating through my bones until they echo in my strong and faithful heart.
I honestly don’t know what you think of me when I tell you I love you. If you question my meaning or if you dismiss it as some colloquial response that I somehow simply put out into the world, or maybe you think it’s some sort of a device.
But what it is, is a crippling, all-consuming devastating fire that I feed with your memories and with my hope. It’s an ever burning desire within me to connect with you on any level. To simply hear your voice cools and calms it to a manageable but ever unquenchable flame.
Maybe I don’t say these things to you out loud, but that’s because I am usually breathless in your presence. But if you listen closely, you will hear me whispering them to you each night. You might hear them ever so faintly during the day as my heart calls out to you, spurred on by the fires that power it. If you would sit next to me and sit still you would hear them whispered in your ear as they light the heart which beats in, you on fire. Kindling those embers which in know glow within you.
The Selfish Man