On Evol

How do I say I love you
without saying the word?

Do I show you? But you are so far.

Become a mime? They are so strange and silent.

Paint a picture? But I can't draw.

What if I call it something else? Like 'Evol' for instance?
That's not a word, that's just something I made up.
It is safe. Even whimsical. 
Not even all that clever, but it works.

So will you miss it
I wonder,
or will you understand
when I say, 
I evol you
when I wait up for you to call.
I evol you
when I listen to you talk.
I evol you
when you make me laugh and cry.
I evol you
through the thousand little things that make up the days
that I have to wait
to see you
to touch you
just to be with you.

I know I shouldn't say it.
I know it is hard to hear.
I know I shouldn't read into it
but you tell me you evol me
with music.
The songs of others 
that you bend to your purpose of making me feel good.

What do I have but words?

All I have
are the words that I hold
on the tip of my tongue
and bite down on every time they try to come out.

I give up.

You know what?
I evol you
whether I say it out loud or not.

17/05/2016