The Last Poem

I would like you to be my last poem.

Of all the words I have
I am speaking only one
Unspoken word.
It could be an oath
Or the most childish lie.
The rest dully hit
Against the walls of uncertainty

I wish
there were no languages
To part us
Nor words to
Dispute us
Constrain us
Misunderstand us

I would like you to be my last poem.