Untitled Poetry

Fifty Five

The boy asked me
Why I loved him.
I smiled and said,
"Honey, you made
Me whole again."
He asked what
I meant.
"Without you,
I was nothing.
Now that you're here,
I've found my reason
To exist."
He smiled too and
Took my hand in his.
"I think
I love you,"
He said.
I cried but didn't
Say anything.
He just knew
and he held me
Until the sun came up.