Last chance

If I had one last chance,

where the echo was the wind of the trees

and the creak of the earth the writing of my

words,

I would just say it like I never could,

with the broken voice and the lost heart.

I would tell you with the knowledge that you would never hear it

and the fear that you knew and denied it

I would say it in how it feels: I love you.

T.M.