You’re folding shirts on the couch
Laughing at something small on your phone
I’m standing here in the doorway
Thinking
“God
I’m already home”
Words pile up in my chest
They trip on the edge of my tongue
Every time I try to say it
All I get out is one
Can I tell you how much I love you
Till the night runs out of dark
Count the freckles on your shoulder
Trace them like a beating heart
Can I tell you how much I love you
Past the days we haven’t seen
Let me spend a lifetime trying
To say what one look means
You’re humming low in the kitchen
Bare feet on the cold tile floor
You ask if I need anything
I say
“Yeah… just a little more”
More of this ordinary magic
Your hair tied up
My sweater on you
If heaven feels like this moment
Then I swear I already knew
I’ll say it in coffee rings
In notes on the fridge
In the way I reach for your hand
On that old creaking bridge
If there’s never perfect language
I’ll still try every day
To wrap all this feeling
In three small words I say
