One more love poem
If I had one more day I would write a love poem composed of one word repeated like binary code.
I’ll multiply it by the number of days that passed without saying it to you and I’ll add the days
when I said it with no words because I want to say it more. And like a bee gathering pollen, I’ll collect
everything ever said in one word like a square root multiplied by the power of ten. I’ll count even that day
when my anger at you or for you turned me into a stone, and also the days when I was away
sending my songs like postcards to the lonely, feeling you in every touch of love I gave to the world.
I’ll count all my days, even the nine months of days before I was born, to say this exponential, growing “I love you.”