What if?

What if my life’s work was to make you know,

beyond all doubt – so you woke each morning

with the certainty, and carried it around

all day with you, laying it casually

on a café table, or hugging it fiercely

to your skin, according to your mood

or need – that you were loved?


And what if, in accomplishing that task,

I too received all I could ever ask?