I haven't said it yet, but I love you.

"I can feel your heart beat," I whisper,

nervous that whatever comes out of my mouth shouldn't.

"I can feel my heart beat, too," he smiles, then scrunches his eyebrows.

"But, strangely, I can't feel yours..."

I think about saying something like,

'Maybe I'm a robot,' 

or

'I told you I was a ghost.'

'Perhaps I'm dead,' I think about telling him,

but I don't feel dead, 

not in his arms on this couch,

never with him.

He moves his hands across my ribs.

"Ah. There it is."