In the end I did not have to say
the one word that would have
ended it all, or never even
have let it begin.

The word that got stuck in my throat
like an errant popcorn kernel,
making me sputter and cough,
making my eyes water until
I could not see.

Instead, today he kindly asked
"Should I not come?"
Yes! I said yes please!
Then, "should I get my things?"
Yes I said, yes please!

And just like that
It was over.