his song.

You lay beside me,
    Hands intertwining with mine.
Your utterings, nonsensical
    and insignificant; unnecessary words for an unhearing heart.

“What is wrong?”, you say -
    A look of concern and suspicion.
“Nothing”, I feel obliged to reply
    whilst doubtful; chest seized with the burning pain of constriction.

This is not to last,
    I feel this is not to be forever.
Anxious and fearful of now,
    I question, “when will this moment come to the end I’m expecting?”

Yet you’re satisfied,
    With this simple golden hour.
You smile that smile of yours,
    and whisper the three words that tear me out of this reverie.

And in my most convincing voice, both for me and you,
I reply the way you want – “I love you, too”.