will you still love me
when we grow old
when my hands are wrinkled
when you can tell my memories faded
when you ask me something and i forget it
when you ask me if i love you
and i nod
when we sit across from each other
at the dinner tables we've had for 40 years
the legs broken but using books to hold it up  
embracing all the years we've spent together
we talk about the times we snuck out
about our first kiss
and the way my lips fit perfectly into your lips
how we talked about our future
together
and now were sitting here together
saying
forever