about the mundane day bespoken,
I long to hear silent words of your heart
told outwardly into the open.
How can I know your cares and your concerns,
observing the common commotion?
I want to know what you feel in your soul,
with your words of expressed emotion.
How does anyone know if they are loved,
without hearing the words oft spoken?
The intent of an action become lost
when communication is broken.
The day comes and goes without a voiced care,
a need is in want of promotion.
Nothing is new under the golden sun, nor in the blue depths of the ocean.
We recount the small moments of our lives
through tiny actions and slight motions.
What eternally keeps in memory
are the feelings of oral tokens.
How do you truly know that you are loved without hearing it? Sometimes we are afraid to say the three words “I love you,” out of fear of the response. Three little words can mean so much, not to discount the actions that prove them. They are just words, but words that hold great power. It may seem trivial to some people, but I adored finding notes of love and confirmation on the kitchen counter, coffee pot, and fridge door from my beloved. A note hidden in my jacket pocket on occasion, lifted my heels lightly through a difficult day. I wanted to rush home from work and be with the one that I love. My mind filled with the thought of it all day long. Something so simple can mean so much.