She stood in the store, I came through the door. I had answered her call, to meet at the mall.
She looked with care afraid of my stare, my girl had just dyed her hair.
And she says:
“I know that I look different today.
Would you miss me if I went away?
Do you still love me like you did yesterday?”
And I replied:
“My preference will only change as you do.
You’re beautiful. Babe, I love You.”
So we get married and a house of our own, and we get off work and both come home.
She pulls up her sleeve, says: “like it, please! I got tattooed, but please don’t leave.”
She utters:
“I know that I look different today.
Would you miss me if I went away?
Do you still love me like you did yesterday?”
And I replied:
“My preference only changes as you do.
You’re beautiful. My Love, I love You.”
Then she has our kids and we raise them together. We both get old and look under the weather.
I step to our room, where she stands in the mirror. She’s hiding a tear because age was her fear.
She cries:
“I know that I look different today.
Would you miss me if I went away?
Do you still love me like you did yesterday?”
And I replied:
“My preference has only changed as you do.
You’re beautiful. Gorgeous, I love You.”
I wake at her bedside, we’re tired and ill. We both have already turned in our will.
With breakfast in bed I kiss her forehead, and hold her hand tightly to show what’s been said.
She whispers:
“I know that I look different today.
Will you miss me when I go away?
Will you still love me like you did yesterday?”
And I reply:
“My preference has always changed as you do.
You’re beautiful. My Hero, I love You.”
Written May 20th, 2017, for Cassie Marie, from Travis Jantzer
