Did I tell you I love you?

Did I tell you I love you this morning,
before I went to work?
I don’t remember, I was rushed.
Did I tell you last night? Yesterday at all?
Probably not, the meeting ran over.
But I’m sure I did the day before at least.
No?

Now I’m laying here in bed, 
it’s a little past one.
You said you’d be home early
and I can’t reach you by phone.
I heard sirens in the distance
a little while ago and now I’m thinking
could it have been you?

My heart’s beginning to race
and nervous little butterflies are fluttering within.
My mind is starting to think
all sorts of things.
The wind’s just picked up and I can hear
strange creaks and groans I’ve never heard before.
Are they trying to tell me something?
Are they noises of impending doom?

I pull the blanket up higher and try to get you again,
No luck.
Those sirens, long gone, are echoing through my mind.
What if they were for you?
What if you’re not coming home; not tonight, not at all?
I can’t imagine not having you here,
not feeling your touch.

I wish I could remember
if I told you I loved you this morning.