Between the words

If only you knew

How often I carry your name

Like a fragile stone

At the bottom of my throat.

Always there,

Never spoken.

I do not love you loudly.

I love you in the spaces

Between the words I don’t say,

In the glances I steal

And the pages I write.

I love you with the ache

Of something too vast to be held,

Too sacred to be shared,

Too impossible to stop.

But still,

I love.