the words are not gone
I was looking
in the wrong place
they are written
in delicious meals
in bins lined up outside
in pet-care, child-care
loving, kind-care
for me, for us
our home
our time
our space
in every action
you graffiti
words of love
all over every wall
I do not need
love poems
when your words
are in the very air I breathe

I would

If I could …

I would make you chicken soup
I would fetch you Lego
I would tuck you up in a blanket
I would stroke your fevered brow
I would kiss you very gently
on any non-aching parts

I would envelop you in tender love
so much
that it would
kind of

So maybe it’s best
that I can’t …