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
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.