you read my poems
not plural
because it was only one
it was about 'her'
and you looked at me differently.
because you knew it was hurting me.
you said you loved me
in a way i've never heard you say it before
and when i said it didnt mean anything
you said to me,
"all poems have meaning , you just gotta look in the spaces between".
and at that time, i loved you more.
you understood my language,
writing, reading, words,
you read them, you felt it, you reassured me
but you also questioned me.
z.l.
