You say I Love You,
Hey I Love You too.
Yet it’s hard to feel when there’s nothing from you.
You say I miss you,
I hope that is true.
Hard not to miss a sultana in bloom.
You say I’m sorry,
Maybe too soon.
Is it remorse if old habits resume?
Consideration, Communication,
Ideals we communed.
Shaky foundations, are we attuned?
You say I Love you,
This I refuse.
Show me instead,
With the actions you choose.
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