Do You Love Me? Poem by david lessard

Do you love me? I asked.
Sometimes, she said.
I wake up each morning,
to a large and empty bed.

Is today, one of those times?
(That she'll love me, just as I am) ,
Or will it be a day, that she'll
not give a damn?

I'm not much for guessing games;
a hug and kiss will not suffice...
I need to hear the words,
I love you - that would melt the ice.

If I should die, unexpextedly,
no matter what I attempt to do,
will she regret her silence
of never saying, I love you?

I'll know not, but she will,
Maybe it's better that way;
For the things that we don't know,
Can't hurt us...
least that is what they say.