I see meaning 
in the lovely 
ways you
exist and 
engage
in the world. 

It's 
in the way you 
reminisce
about our first kiss
and the ramen noodle date
and the flirting that
grew to a
connection that
longed
for love.

It's 
in the way you
sleep
on your stomach
one hand left open 
for my own.

It's
your loving
touches
under the table
while we’re out
with our friends.

You called me
robust.
You called me
strong.

It's
the way you 
don’t make fun
you do not dismiss
you support
and you encourage.

“I never want to let you go.”

I hope your words
mean as much to you
as they do
me.

I hope these loving 
ways
mean what I
long for them 
to mean.