I want you to know.
That long after we said goodnight,
well past the time I prayed you were sleeping peacefully,
as the night became quiet,
I sat here thinking
I couldn't now reproduce my thought train in words
any more than I could mold the original stones
from the sands of the shore.
But I know what I waited for.
For that last silly "goodnight",
in a long chain of "no, really...bed, now" 's.
I wanted yet another
reach from you, proving
that it is real.
Then, looking at the
chain of us touching
across the distance;
I knew I was wrong in what I said,
that more time to think of context would have seen me better;
that it would not be a lie.
I love you as well.
I just wanted you to know