I Love You As Much As I Always Have

A poem written in 2014.

“You don’t love me anymore,” she says

Between slices of toast,

As if the butter has whispered a secret.

I reach for the salt

In an effort to establish proximity.

“I do,” I say,

As I bury my egg under white crystals,

Wishing it were washing powder and her egg.

She stares,

Chewing,

Like a goatherd sensing a tigress.

“I love you as much as I always have,”

I add,

Truthfully,

Wondering if eight is too early to go to the pub.