My Wife Tells Me I Don’t Say “I Love You” Enough by Bart Edelman
My Wife Tells Me I Don’t Say “I Love You” Enough
And it’s quite surprising.
She’s not told me previously.
There’s no anger in her voice.
I ask her how long
She’s felt this way.
She ponders the question,
Shrugs her shoulders,
Says she’s not quite sure—
Less than a week, perhaps.
It’s not a big deal,
But she thinks I should know.
Then she smiles, kisses me,
Heads off to the kitchen
To make a cup of coffee.
That day I tell her I love her—
Eleven times, to be exact.
Later, in bed, I whisper it, again;
She admits it’s more than enough.
She’s feeling much better
And has been counting with me.
A dozen is a very good number
She coos before falling asleep.
© Bart Edelman
Bart Edelman’s poetry collections include Crossing the Hackensack, Under Damaris’ Dress, The Alphabet of Love, The Gentle Man, The Last Mojito, The Geographer’s Wife, Whistling to Trick the Wind, and This Body Is Never at Rest: New and Selected Poems 1993 – 2023. He lives in Pasadena, California.
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