Love lives in the quiet places —
The way you pass me the sugar
Without me asking.
The way you notice when I’m tired
Before I do.
It’s in the chair you always save for me,
The extra blanket you place at my feet.
It’s in the way your laughter
Fills the kitchen like morning light.
I used to think love was a shout,
A song,
A sweeping gesture.
Now I know it’s a whisper,
Over and over,
That says,
“I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.”