Always
You ask me in all seriousness if I will love you always.
What kind of question is that? Really, what kind of question is that?
I can’t see past this second, the tip of my nose or the next
feminine hygiene commercial. Ask me a question I can answer
with the pride of certainty. Give me a fighting chance to look
smart. Don’t force me to be mystical and all knowing.
Someone else has that job – I think you know him.
Ask me something that I can wrap my response around
like smooth, thick, sweet honey. After all, this is real life –
not the last thirty seconds of Days of our Lives.
Ask me why your smile is like free medicine. Ask me
why the beating of your heart helps me get to sleep at night.
Ask me why – with enough hot sauce – your scrambled
eggs are becoming a favorite meal.
You ask me in all seriousness if I will love you always.
What kind of question is that? Really, What kind
of question is that?
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