You Are My Second Person Pronoun

It’s well I know you love me

Although you rarely say

Not even when I'm leaving

To go oh so far away

But I’ll miss you so

Much more than these

Simple words could convey

With an ache which will not ease

And though I plan to

Travel far and stretch my wings

You know I also crave

The simpler things

Which like the words

That form this poem

Buoy me up

And call me home

For I could use a

Thesaurus and a dictionary

To form elaborate descriptions

Of what I think and how I feel

But my heart doesn’t speak

Such complex language

And thus would not reveal

Itself in such a way

To you

For you are my second person pronoun

And all else matters less

To my heart

Which has been blessed

To speak with yours

And be your friend

Where there is no place

For jealousy or spite

Which feels warm

And just right

A place where anger can’t abide

Where there are no dark corners

For secrets to hide

So here it is, a poem for you

And difficult enough to write

When there is no tortured melody

No sadness without remedy

But just a note for you to keep

Close to your heart and know

That I love you enough to take a leap

Of faith and tell you so.

- Ily