Rhetorical Question

I asked her a million times

if she was sure

I believed she could have anyone

And a million times she said yes

and she said it through short squeezes and hugs

and she said it through little gifts and nips at the neck

and she said it through her body

when she put it with mine

And I asked her a million times more

and 999,999 times she said yes

through her eyes, deep and staring

from her laugh, real and hearty

to her crying when I had to leave

Then she told me, at another million, she wasn’t sure if she ever did

that she had doubts six months in

and I stopped asking.