It was always a thrill to hear you call me a pest.
As your favorite pest, I may have qualified for
a Nobel in being a pest. Just to hear my name
was a sufficient infusion of love to last me all day.
The chiaroscuro shadow of your beautiful face, and
your personal charm made it impossible for me to believe
that plain old me was worthy of the likes of you.
Why did you keep your love for me a secret for such a long time?
Just before you died, you finally confessed you would never
want to live without me, and will leave a trail for me
to follow you and resume being my favorite pest in the next world.