tell me something

in the middle of the day,
she'd
come into the room
I was working in
and say
let's have a break,
is that okay?
she would sip
her tea,
push the sugar cubes
towards
me
cream? she'd say.
pouring
it into my cup.
I made cookies too.
have one.
tell me a story, she'd
say.
tell me something about
yourself
that I don't
already know.
she was nearly eighty
and I was forty.
do you think love can
last forever?
and i'd nod, sipping
my tea, taking a bite
of a cookie.
yes. I do.
me too, she'd say, me
too.
I still love the first boy
I ever kissed.