And when you say that you love me,
do you mean for just this second?
For this microscopic moment in time?
Does it last for only as long as it takes
to say those three words?
Perhaps you love me at this minute,
on this second Tuesday of the month –
but come next Friday you will have
changed your mind
and there I’ll be,
thinking that I am loved,
only to discover that
it isn’t true at all.