By Gala
Date: 4 October 2000
The Cost To The Heart
I'll be reminding you of that
when we're eighty years old, he said.
Not fifty, a mere decade hence---
or sixty, mind you---
but double our lives from now.
And I hugged that to myself
like a guilty secret,
a little girl who had eaten the last cookie
and was trying to find a good reason
to explain her greed.
I offered something
heart wide open,
not counting the cost
but willing to pay
when the bill came due.
Can I afford that sort of extravagence?
Did I know what I was giving?
I knew.
And affording it was not an issue.
My heart is like American Express, love---
no limit.
And yes I'm crazy.
And yes I love you,
enough to want you to have what you need,
and be thankful
if it was in power to give.
Now, tell me again---
what will it be like,
when we are eighty?
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