later I ask (as I always do),
Do you love me?
Unfortunately, you reply, your voice still morning-heavy.
Why unfortunately?
I think it’s unfortunate for anyone to love anyone, you say.
You’re going to die someday.
For some reason this is the funniest thing in the entire world.
Oh my poor, cynical love! I used to worry the same things.
I used to think we were mortal.
© Alexandra Jema
