LOVE Poem: i wish i could have opened my mouth, by Devon Fulford

you’re right:

i never dreamed of this and
it took me too many years to
find the words to say it.

you: the wet door jamb to which partial leaves cling.
you: every pinon pine i’ll ever smell again until i die.

i told you to turn my ashes into a tree but knew
you wouldn’t be around to uphold my being eternal.

you: the cloudless white desert,
the last night on land,
the tallest tree on the planet.