Love is Selfish

It feels safe in his arms. Laying my head on his chest.

His heart ponding "I love you. I love you. I love you"

Safe and true.

A mantra.

I look into his eyes and I see a glimmer

A glimmer that dances to the beat of

"I love you. I love you. I love you"

His lips say I love you when he kisses my cheek

His hands say I love you when he brushes the hair from my face.

I hear him in my mind 

chanting "I love you. I love you. I love you."

I wake in the morning to the cold November frost

And I shuffle down to the cemetary

And I see his tomb stone 

On it is engraved "I love you"

And I stand there in silence 

just as I have done every morning for the years since he died

There is only "I love yous"

I do not move on

because I love you

The world stops turning and I stay stagnant

whispering

"I love you, I love you, I love you."