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she asked me to consider,
just for a moment,
the permanence of love;
the eternal connection,
the infinite bond.

i searched her eyes
for transcendence and
found only temporal tyranny;
the closing door,
the setting sun

that will surely light
the path to our graves;
to be separated in
the cool, dark soil,
consumed and decayed

until some cataclysm
shatters the earth and
sends us hurtling into space,
our atoms cast like whispers across
the vast expanse of the cosmos

forever lost,
forever searching.

i pulled her close,
never more certain
that no moment mattered
more than this.

 
This poem originally appeared in the 2009 collection Sixty-Six.