She Never Said “I Love You"

Her love was in the quiet but felt like home,

The warmth that greets me when I walk through the door.

Love is felt in the space between the noise—

A love that asked for nothing more.

The scent of lavender lingered in the air,

Her presence folded into every clean shirt.

She never spoke the words aloud—

But they lived in everything she touched.

The bread and eggs in the morning whispered it,

Soup, still warm on the stove, said it,

New pants, shirts folded with care, murmured it,

My freshly ironed uniform, mutter it,

Every gesture sang, "I love you” to me.

She carried me in silence when i could no longer walk,

Held my sorrow like it was her own burden.

She is the lamp in my longest nights,

The lighthouse when I'm lost at sea.

In the throng, amidst the cacophony, she stands—

The one who claps the hardest,

Full of trust, never uncertain.

She never said those three words,

for she never had to.

Every action, every move,

was her way of saying it—

I love you.