Do You Love Me?

Mom,

I love you

Do you love me?

Because I never heard those three words, 

saying you agree.

My dad, my sister, my brother all say it.

Even my friends,

say it a bit.

I try to hug you,

and you just walk away.

Does this have to do with

those three words you won't say?

You said it before,

when I was young.

Nothing after that,

was it a slip of the tounge?

I felt like we bonded, 

since the day I was born.

A wonderful relationship, 

that couldn't be torn.

But then I grew older,

soon taking flight.

I'll be alone,

with the memory of that night.

Will you really say nothing,

when I walk out that door?

I feel really sad,

it hurts to the core.

I'm staring to fear, 

I'm nothing to you.

Is there anything,

anything I can do?

But then you mentioned something,

something about my hunger.

The thing you constnatly talked about 

when I was younger.

That was it.

Are you hungry?

Is it cheap? 

You can do better.

Did you get enough sleep?

I get it now.

Something only I could see.

Those questions,

are how you said you loved me.

It was hidden in the words,

something I couldn't understand.

But you always said it,

it was always planned.

So do you love me?

Yes you do.

And now all I can say,

is "are you hungry too?"