iasktheimpossible

I ask the impossible: love me forever.

Love me when all desire is gone.

Love me with the single-mindedness of a monk.

When the world in its entirety,

and all that you hold sacred, advise you

against it: love me still more.

When rage fills you and has no name: love me.

When each step from your door to your job tires you—

love me; and from job to home again.

Love me when you’re bored

when every woman you see is more beautiful that the last,

or more pathetic, love me as you always have:

not as admirer or judge, but with

the compassion you save for yourself

in your solitude.

Love me as you relish your loneliness,

the anticipation of your death,

mysteries of the flesh,

as it tears and mends.

Love me as your most treasured childhood memory—

and if there is none to recall—

imagine one, place me there with you.

Love me withered as you loved me new.

Love me as if I were forever—

and I will make the impossible

a simple act,

by loving you, loving you as I do.

Ana Castillo, "I Ask the Impossible"