Someday I will say the word “love” without slurring it
without murmuring it over the airwaves
without screaming it through tears,
without it cutting my knees in the gravel of the driveway.
Our driveway.
My old driveway.
Someday I will sing it
not through sobs but through
the curls of your hair and the webs of our fingers,
someday I will say it loudly
without it breaking my heart.