There is a long list of the things I would do for you
One snap of your fingers and the things that you wanted
Would be done by me.
Even the slightest nod in the direction
Of something or someone would be enough
For me to interpret and act on your
Not that you would ask me to do any of these things
Because you would ask nothing of me
And you are not here anymore to ask me to do
You left a few months ago and instead of
Dealing with this sudden departure
I sit and imagine you calling and I imagine
Me leaving the phone ring for a few seconds
To seem cool.
You might ask if I would come back to you and I would
Unequivocally, undoubtedly say yes,
Coolness evaporating with the sudden whoosh of the word
Escaping from my mouth.
There is a neverending list of the things I would do for you
And only one question I want you to ask.