Bells and Other Sorrows, VIII

VIII.

I had it all planned out
the words I'd say
the gestures, the tears
I failed miserably.

I wasn't
prepared, it seems
for your
vulnerability.

Living with the
constant question of
whether or not you loved me
I wasn't prepared
for the fact that you did
you do
though I'm sure you feel
it would kill you
to tell me so.

You needn't worry about dying
Your face told me everything