Last Chance

by Rachel A. Gold

I asked you in the morning,
And then I asked at noon,
And now I'm just a-wondering,
Can it be I asked too soon?
You looked surprised the first time,
The second you looked peeved,
Tonight I didn't ask you,
Was that why you looked relieved?
I'm sorry if I bored you,
But I can tell you sure,
If you don't consent the next time,
Then I will ask no more