Today, let me ask...
Today,
of all the days we have
been together,
of all the ways we
loved
and occasionally hurt
each other,
tell me sincerely all
about your life.
Let me ask,
if your days of
happiness and joy
outweigh those of sorrow
and pain,
if your walks under the
sunlight
compensate for the
inevitable storms?
... for the “y” in you?
Why
did you speak about
love when you did
and why didn’t you stop
when you didn’t?
Why did you hush when
the going was rough
and why didn’t you
enjoy it when the path was easy?
Why
do you keep (little?)
secrets from me,
who always knows all about
you?
Why don't you, sometimes,
trust me,
when I do always stand by
you?
The “y” in you:
You
are a permanent riddle,
a riddle so very easily
deciphered,
but changed again and
again repeated,
that life with you is the
art of never resting...
Your old love,
JSR
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