The Heart is a Muscle (A Response)

I know you think that you’re a bad bet
But there’s so much we haven’t tried yet
Remember mornings sipping coffee?
Hushed confessions that you love me?
The first time

I know you think we’ve tried it all
I know you think you’re my downfall
Remember when we were kids with cooties?
Remember Sundays at the movies?
The popcorn line

I remember getting caught in that thunderstorm
Happily,
Flushed and free
Only thing that mattered to me was you

I remember those late night country drives
Heaven-bound,
Windows down
Couldn’t see a thing, but I loved the view

A heart’s a muscle too
When you use it, it gets sore
But honey, never shut an open door

Now let’s address my expectations
There won’t be any revelations
I want a home, I want a family
Our own kids begging us for candy
To start anew

Our own yard with our own fruit trees
Our own toolshed with our own keys
A border collie by the table
Something real and something stable
To grow old with you

I remember cinematic fights
Epithets
We both regret
Making up with the passion of our first time

I remember pangs of pain and pillow talk
Wide-awake,
Everything at stake
Sorting through the rubble we left behind

I know you want it too
Don’t tell me it’s a bore
Honey, never shut an open door

A heart’s a muscle too
When you use it, it gets sore
Don’t tell me you don’t love me anymore