I Love You

You've locked yourself
in the bathroom again,
and it must have been something
I said or didn't say
did or didn't do
whatever the case
I know it's my fault
so forgive me.

What I meant to say was I love you.
What I meant to do was love you.
What I meant when I did or did not do,
whatever it was,
was to say I love you.

Standing here waiting,
nodding approvingly,
petting the cat,
watching Grey's Anatomy
meeting your family
carrying your shopping
commenting on your new shoes
noticing your new hair color
feeling the smoothness of your legs after sugaring
comparing your butt in your yoga pants versus your jeans
taking a call from your galpal
hearing about your day at the office and the boss's great stories
watching your hand flinch as you motion there's roaches
changing the light bulb to best reflect makeup
taking the trash out again in one evening
missing the game while watching Dead Diva marathons
cleaning the cat box and counting the cat
pointing the silverware down in the washer
pulling the shower curtain out from the tub
driving the speed limit and hurrying home
doing or not doing
saying or not saying
the million things that mind-reading experts
and self-help gurus have failed to understand
and anticipate all for the sake
of making sure the lock on the door in the bathroom
does not wear out and need to be replaced,
all I meant to say was I love you.

runningturtle87