The one I never told

I don't know if this should even exist.

Maybe it's too late.

I loved you.

Not loudly. Not the way it happens in films.

I remembered how you took your coffee.

I checked that you got home okay.

Your name would come up and my whole day would tilt.

You never knew.

I was afraid. I thought if I stayed quiet I couldn't lose anything.

The quiet took you anyway.

So. Here it is. Late.

You were loved. Quietly, and all the way through.

I'm still standing in the spot where you smiled at me and I almost found the nerve.