Now, I’m not the world’s most insightful man
but I’ve been getting the sense
you’ve been trying to tell me something:
something big
something important
something life-changing.
I don’t know what it is
but I think you’ve been laying hints,
providing clues,
giving me some small evidence
that you’ve got something to say.

I’m hoping it’s good news.
I’m hoping
you want to give me a pony
or a new phone
or one of those bagels
that’s really a peppeoni:
a begelloni.

Or maybe you want to give
this thing of ours a miss.
Maybe you’ve decided
I’m not worth knowing
the way I hoped you’d want
to know me.
Maybe you’re all done.

Possibly
you’re ready to take it to the next level
and want to offer me a ring.
If you’re trying to sniff out my potential answer
I’ll say yes.
Even if it’s just a toe ring
I’ll say yes.

So
I don’t know
what you’ve been trying to get at
but
if possible
I’d really appreciate it
if you stop laying hints
and cut to the chase.
Good or bad
I’m ready.
I’m ready to hear it
whatever it is