Would I? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

You asked, would I discard you
by tomorrow,
after making love to you today?

Though I do not comprehend
your sorrow,
I feel like saying 'everything's
okay'.

Yet I'll say more to you
my sweet:

After making love to you today
I 'll think of ways to love you
once again,
tomorrow.

That is unless you do dispose of me today.

And will you tell me
if you are discarded,
dropped, even dumped by
ignoramuses?

I will find the bits of you and,
resuming what I started,
wear them and keep all our
promises.