His eyes are asking,

Who are you today?

I answer as I look away.

It’s not by day,

It’s by moment.

Then I apologize.

He laughs.

I laugh.

“No really I’m sorry, but

I’m willing to pretend,

If you don’t ask the question.”

But I know he will ask.

Because he has,

Because he loves me.

A true measure of love that

I won’t take it for granted.