I leave a lot out
when I tell you
I love you.

The way you sit at your computer
moving your mouth
practicing the words
before you write them down.

The spoons in the kitchen sink
covered in jam
evidence of a good day
too much bursting out of you
to bother
with bread.

All the times you hide
and lift his little head just above
the front gate
so that it looks like he is standing
waiting for me
as I park the car
his floating face
laughing.

You will never know
the fullness of my love
even I cannot see it all
it has woven itself into me
like the rain
invisible
inside
the tree.