I want to write a poem where I say I love you

Not to a boyfriend or a dead body or someone who’ll cradle me in the morning. Maybe to the heart of palm in the all-you-can-eat restaurant salad. Maybe to a quip. Maybe to a roommate, at a skateboard park humming with sand. I don’t want to build a party or a funeral or any windy migration of our souls. Just I love you. Those three pearly words. A declaration of dependence. Maybe it’ll happen on a beach, the oysters waiting to sing, too.