A poem for Valentine’s Day
I say: goodnight
I love you.
You say: I love you more
See you in the morning.
But there will be a time
There will be a time
When the night is not good
And I will not see you in the morning
You (or me) mourning
The two of us halved, un-wholed.
Then only our love will hold
On amid the irresistible arithmetic of years.
So until the “until death us to do part” part
If I vow to kiss thee one more lunchtime, or breakfast, or tv dinner for two
You’ll know why I do.
Or in the last-throe afterglow of you know
Ask: are you still alive?
And hope you don’t say no.