Sappy

"Oh, that’s funny, I was just thinking about you," I lied.
Because the truth is that I think about you all the time
in one uninterrupted thread, thinner than a spider’s web
and I worry that if I stop thinking, then the line will go slack
and I’ll lose what you were—what we were, when we were together.

I’m in love with you.

But I’m sure you knew that.

Does the other end reach you? Do you cling to it as I do?
Can you read the telegraphs I send when my heart beats in Morse
because I’m thinking about you, as I always do, of course.
But I know you won’t tell me you long for me,
just as I won’t tell you I yearn for you.

But that’s okay.

Because when we’re together again someday
and we resume that final kiss, I’ll find 
that Part II is so much better now that we don’t have to hide.
And I’ll replace the line I’d been letting out
with the lock of your hair I twirl around my finger.

And I’ll pull you closer.

And I’ll take you home.