A Conviction

You always hold me tight
in your gazes and
in your arms
and when you take
my face in your hands
and say I love you,
I believe you.

But not so much
as in those quiet moments
when we stare at each other
and don’t need to speak,
those silences
I’m so comfortable in,
because in your eyes I believe you.

We don’t need
as many words
to express it anymore, and
as we’ve noticed,
words aren’t enough anyway.
They don’t hold as much weight
as your stares and
your hands on me, because
when you touch me I believe you.

I believe you.

9/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year

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