She sits at the table

working on a puzzle

I rise from my chair

to pour us some wine

 

She suddenly asks me

if I might ever come up to her

and tell her I no longer want her

 

(this happened to a character

in a book she's been reading)

 

My brief pause causes her

more angst than she can

comfortably carry without

the help of my answer

 

I tell her I want to stay

as long as the nights

keep chasing after the days

 

She smiles and sips her wine

and places another piece

in her puzzle