You can’t just say you love me. Love isn’t words.
Love is time — spent over the span of a life.
Words are a phantom love.
I can’t mend your hurting heart.
I don’t even know why I should try.
Empty, adrift. You are searching for something.
Crying out, and I hear you.
But I cannot help.
You can’t just say I’m sorry.
Love is known through a lifetime of being, searching, knowing.
Love is acceptance. Endurance. Forgiveness.
Each of these is evident — if you love.
What is it that I am to you?
Do you feel you cannot provide for me the things I crave?
I am fully aware and accepting, that I am the woman you both shaped over time.
Strong. Capable. Faithful.
Afraid. Careful. Wounded.
You don’t have to heal me, that task is all mine.
All you have to do is BE,
in my life.
You can’t just say you love me – show me, you don’t regret, that I am.