Is it even worth it?
you ask, your head lifting
a fraction of an inch from
its place in your hands.

I don’t answer right away,
a little shocked you brought
that old question up.
Of course it is,
I reply, my brows
furrowing.

It’s not,
you murmur quietly.

But it always is,
and it will be one thousand times
over.

You pick your head up,
your damp eyes meeting mine.
A silent nod,
a thank you.