It wasn’t what she said
or even how she said it.
It was how she captured my heart
by saying it to me…
It was what I grew accustomed to hearing
and I loved the way it stroked my ears.
It was how I hungered to be addressed
when no one was around.
It was so touching and pleasing
when I heard her say it
and it pleased me
to touch her and please her as well.
When I heard her say the words recently,
they hurt like a knife blade going in.
I was shocked, leaving me uneasy.
It wasn’t me to whom she was talking.
I heard it on the day we met
and it sounded so foreign then.
I heard it on the day we parted
and it sounded foreign then too.
When I hear it now,
they’re just two words
that ring hollow without meaning.
What a difference a day makes.
Why, hello, beautiful!
(I think I’ll start using them myself….)