He Does Not Love Me

He does not love me
Yes, I am sure
Yet, he adjusts the car AC vent when I sit
No, he does not love me
Yet, he once packed me lunch
He once made me a milkshake
But I don’t take it as love
He never made me starry-eyed
Yet, he goes insane if I miss my medicine dose
But that’s not a proof of love
Am I right?
Some mornings, I wake up to a charged phone
That he found dead
Is that a proof of love do you think?
I am sure its not
So we continue to live
Under the same roof
Like strangers

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