Love Me ’Cause You’re S’posed To

A few 4th of July’s ago I’m cutting the grass and this poem hits me all at once. A conversation between my wife and I. I can only imagine what it looked like: this big guy pushing the lawn mower around the yard crying his eyes out. When I was done with the lawn, I remembered it well enough to write it down.

My wife died from complications of Huntington’s Disease. She spent the last few years of her life in a couple of nursing homes, the last being right where she needed to be. Before that I struggled trying to take care of her at home. I’m suprised we lived through that. I miss her… in the good way; I remember the good times, and the bad, and all of the lessons she helped me learn.

As you read this poem, imagine a conversation between two people over the course of a few years. Each stanza’s first line is my wife, then me, then her, etc.

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I love you.

I love you too.

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Love me.

Huh?

Love me..

Um… Ok. Why?

’Cause you’re s’posed to.

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Love me.

Why?

’Cause you’re s’posed to.

Who says?

Everybody.

Who’s Everybody?

Our family and friends. The minister.

ok.

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Love me.

Aren’t you s’posed to love me back?

No. I can’t.

Who says?

Everybody.

Who’s everybody?

Our friends and family. The doctors.

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Love me.

I can’t.

You can’t?

I don’t have any left in me.

You still have to take care of me.

I know. I will.

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I love you.

Yea, right.

I love you.

You do?

I love you.

How come?

I’m better.

You don’t look better.

The doctors helped me feel better.

Ok.

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I love you.

I know.

You love me?

I’m doing the best I can.

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I love you.

I love you too.

You do?

Yes, I do.

How come?

Someone helped me find some more.

I’m glad.

Me too.

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I love you.

I can’t take care of you anymore. It’s killing me.

I know. That’s ok. I love you.

I love you too.

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I love you.

I love you too. You ok here?

Yep. I miss my house but I like it here.

I miss you too.

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I love you.

I love you too.

I’m happy here.

I’m happy where I am too. See you tomorrow.

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I love you.

I love you too.

It’s time.

I know. I will miss you.

T’ank ‘ou for staying.

I had to.

’Cause you’re s’posed to.

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