LOVE Poem: Wedding Vows for the Unmarried, by Maiya Brock

I will love you until
my body turns to dust,
until my atoms break apart
and return to the world whence they came.

(Remember when you said
so casually, in between first and second period
that you would marry me?)

I will love you until I am a gust of wind,
a spray of salty brine,
a pinch of soil,
a lick of flame.

(A theoretical that ripped my world
wide open. Did you mean what you said?
Did my response leave you, too, in shock?)

I will love you until
I am one with the universe again
and even then,
I will still love you.

(I’d marry you too.)