What if we’d finally grown old?
I’d still play our song on the piano
Until my fingertips go numb.
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Again and again I’ll play our song
For you to remember every note.
Again and again I’ll whisper Three Words,
Even if you can’t hear me say anything.
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What if our knees finally get weak?
I’d still carry you an afternoon at the park,
Until we tumble against the fuillemortes.
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Again and again I’ll walk with you
For you to remember the steps we’ve taken.
Again and again I’ll whisper Three Words,
Even if you can’t hear me say anything.
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What if, in winter, we’d catch a cold?
I’d still cook this alphabet soup for you
Until I sneeze too loud.
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Again and again I’ll cook for you
For you to get well, never mind myself.
Again and again I’ll whisper Three Words.
Even if you can’t hear me say anything.
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And what if I’m the one who couldn’t hear?
I’d never eat the alphabet soup
Until I couldn’t get over this cold.
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Again and again I’ll refuse to eat it,
For you to understand the Three Words I need to say.
Again and again I’ll assemble these noodles
Even if it’s far-fetched-
Us growing old together.
(c)
-cameron lancaster
(written: 02-22-14)
Res: (Illustration: http://everydayloveart.com/item/Love-you-forever/11/pgc6)
everyday love- the art of nidhi chanani