I heard an old song,
One that I used to listen to a long, long time ago.
I sung along softly to that familiar rhythm.
And then I sang, “I love you.”
It has been a while since I said that to someone.
Oh, I have said it to my children and my dog.
But the last time I whispered it softly to a lover…
Those three words made me happy
Not attached to any person,
Not attached to anything.
The words themselves have power.
I love you.
I believe I once was capable of love.
That overpowering emotion,
Which makes us forget our differences
And see only a shared future.
The last time I said it to her,
She did not respond
She cleaned the counter to cover the silence.
But the silence lingered.
It lingers still.
And I wait
For those gentle three words
To come back to me
And protect me from the anguish
I have found
In this empty silence.