"Do you love me?"
She asked.
After our first kiss, closing our eyes.
After we had sex, embarrassed and shy.
When our parents said no, and we tried to hide.
When we ran away, hitching a ride.
At the altar in the desert, where they wouldn't take a dime.
At the hospital our son was born, where everything went fine.
During our anniversary, happy we made a year.
During Tim's first birthday, whispered in my ear.
In tears during a fight, followed by remorse.
In anger when I cheated, screaming out divorce.
Over the phone, when she went back to her mother's.
Over breakfast, when we got back together.
That's 12, honey.
And once more, to hold onto forever.
Do you love me?