Keeper Poem by Maggie DeMay

Once
a long time ago
I asked
'what the hell
am I suppose
to do with you'

You said
(and I quote)
'keep me'.

Oh

Now
it's twenty years later
and
you're still here
after a fashion
anyway

Could
it have been
some sort of spell
Gris-gris put in words
then set on paper
a charm
to last a lifetime
and beyond?

Or
were the Gods
exceptionally bored that day
and said
they needed some drama
and fixed their sights
on unsuspecting us

Not
that it really matters
who did what
to whom
only that
on occasion
you turn to me again
and whisper
'keep me'