This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.

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How do I tell you that I love you?

Is it the slow, small smile

The way I listen to your words
even when I don’t understand why
you string them together like that?

Is it the food that warms you up
and the home that holds you?

The way I sit and watch you,
the way I rub your back?

Do you hear me when I say it out loud?

Or do you see it when I live it out loud?

Tell me, tell me.

I want to know.