The end of the world

 

I have seen the world end

In small ways:

 

in the felling of  glittering pathways

spun by spiders,

in the crushing of spiraling shells

borne of the backs of labouring snails,

when raw- red nestlings tumble

to the ground in a wild wind.

 

When a single heart breaks

suns implode.

 

So I say to you now:

forget thoughts of unworthiness,

forget pride and unstaunched wounds

that will not heal.

 

I am afraid to be alone

when the stars come crashing down.

 

Come be with me here

at the end of the world.

 

 

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