You might think it’s impossible
or you may have never thought of it at all,
But I do believe there’s such a thing
as a response that could never come too late.
For it would be fine for you to tell me in 5 years,
when you think my life has caused me to forget you,
and you would find my love still as strong as it is today.
Or in 15, when I’ve found someone else,
and I would still be ready to find you all over again.
You could tell me in 40, so we could retire early,
and do our best to make up for lost time.
Or in 60, so we can lie together in our last few years, holding each other as we die.
Love, if you could tell me in a century that you feel the same as I do now,
no doubt all of my essence, my elements, my own recycled atoms
would be sure to find yours again,
no matter what star, what planet they reside on.
For no matter when you say you love me too,
it could never come too late.