"Why?" she whispersHer breath tickling my ears"I don't know"Came my reply.

 

"But why?"Her voice insisted."Still don't know"Again was my reply.

 

"I need to know"She gasped, exasperrated."I know you do..."I tried to say.

 

"You should know"Hair brushing against my nose."You're right..." I said."I should know".

 

"What do I know?"I whispered back."What? What do you know?"Warmth on my cheek.

 

"What? What? What?"She demands again."I know I love you"I say with a smile.

 

"You know that?"She says back"You know you love me?""You do?"

"Yes, I know I love you,""Yes, yes. I do".In her ear, I said,"You know that this is true".

 

I tried my hand again at poetry in honor of Mrs. Scribe over atThe Scholastic Scribe.