Today, in Molly’s Cupcakes

I imagined myself behind the counter,

Day after day,

Confident I would get sick of the Raspberry Beret,

Sure that they wouldn’t be a treat anymore.

Positive I would grow tired and bored with them.

Convinced I’d start to unlove my favorite chocolate one.

I drove home to the man I’ve pledged my days after days to,

My months after months.

My years after years.