He loved me — or I assumed so 

since he never said as much out loud

It was a feeling I had

because that’s all he gave me 

no words or declarations

outpourings of lovely verbiage 

He was too quiet and

too spartan for such extraneousness

The most I got was the occasional, “Baby”

when he needed something from the fridge

the remote for the television

or my easily-bruised knees to part

But there was a feeling there 

at least for a time

Then again

I suspect this was just me

willing it to be there with all my resolve

I can’t be certain at this point

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