The words don’t come
in a beach house
or by a lake.
They come between heart break
and burnt bridges
burnt lists
of things I hated about you
and loved about you
And bottles of wine
One
two
years we spent together
lying in bed
lying to each other
about feelings felt
and never expressed.
Yes, I said “yes”
and so did you.
But did we ever say “love” ?
Did we ever say “intimacy” ?
Did we ever say “I’m here” ?
