I still do


If you asked me how I felt,
I would shrug my shoulder at you.

If you asked me if I still think of you
I would deny speaking to you.

If you asked if I ever dream of you;
I would answer with a big yawn right at you.

If you asked if I think about driving by your house, and if I still do
I would, with utter cynicism, laugh at you.

If you turned mad because of the intolerance of my behavior;
I would to an even greater extent go on to hurt you.

If, instead of asking if I still loved you, you simply kissed me;
I would, using not a spoken word, answer, that I still do.


~MK