Answer Me
Married in the church,
We needed the flowers, the
Blessed Virgin Mary
And the dove descending.
The dogma that came as part
of the package
We mostly ignored.
Although we got a lesson on
love
That would come to haunt us.
A romantically adolescent
worldview
Passed quickly when the
children came.
They were convenient vessels
To pour our love into.
It was good for them
And we never noticed
How little was left for us.
We didn’t see it until they
both left.
We’d made small fumbles at
love,
Many of them.
But this one could be terrible.
Words flung themselves at
us:
Forever, respect, freedom to
be oneself,
Till death do us part.
Doesn’t love expect to be
tested?
Isn’t that how it shows its
true self?
Aren’t we each other’s
measure?
Isn’t love what makes us
mean something?
Don’t walk away. Answer me.
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