She sits at the table
working on a puzzle
I rise from my chair
to pour us some wine
She suddenly asks me
if I might ever come up to her
and tell her I no longer want her
(this happened to a character
in a book she\'s been reading)
My brief pause causes her
more angst than she can
comfortably carry without
the help of my answer
I tell her I want to stay
as long as the nights
keep chasing after the days
She smiles and sips her wine
and places another piece
in her puzzle