loneliness is not the feeling i wish to have at the ending of the world as i watch dust choke the fragile sky and we pay our dues to the earth i wish to have a hand to hold i wish for the last words on my lips to be those of sweetness and i will whisper into your ear as a seashell so that when we are found intertwined at the dawn of something new the scientists might press their cheek against yours and hear: “i love you, my darling until the end, always you"










