That’s what she said.
That’s what he said.
That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.
Said it to each other
Said it across long distance phone calls
and short distance pillow talks.
Said it to the mirror,
probably not often enough.
Said it to dogs in high-pitched voices,
and, in face licks and tail wags,
definitely had it returned
in ways other than words.
Said it on accident.
Said it too soon.
Said it too late.
Said it amidst arguments
that were never worth having.
Said it during love making
which was definitely worth having.
Said it to unborn children
Said it quietly over the graves of those now gone.
Said it to our parents
Said it to our parents exponentially more frequently
when we were low on cash.
Said it to the sky.
Said it to the stars.
Said it late at night
to new friends in old bars.
Said it in too many languages to count.
Said it soft,
then said it loud,
then said it louder,
and when it still wasn’t said loud enough
we created a Facebook event page
and invited everyone
so that we could all set our clocks just right
and simultaneously say it at the same time,
and after we did,
the earth grew a little quieter,
see, somehow we all collectively decided,
that anything that was ever worth saying,
had already been said.
I love you.
