As I hold your hand I know for sure
Things will never change
After tonight time will stop
All life will cease to grow
No more chirps at morning light
No more hugs from sullen friends
As your heart beats its final rhythm
The hands on clocks will freeze
My eyes will dry
My head will drop
The world, in all its sad beauty
Will cease its incessant rotation
Plates will shift and pull apart
The planets will split to pieces
Will I exist?
Or disappear?
Who knows?
It doesn’t matter.
Without your feet
To keep me planted
Your wings to help me fly
Without your eyes
To help me see
Or your arms to hold me still
All life will cease to grow I know
So love doesn’t conquer all.
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