Darling,
do you think 200 years from now
archaeologists will care about us?
Not humanity as a whole,
just us.
Do you think scientists will discuss
the way your skin reflects moonlight?
Do you think historians will teach
of the way you thought I didn't know
you only tickled me so I would hold your hand?
And darling,
do you think the moon,
or the sky,
or the universe,
feels any sort of obligation
to accept our existence?
Because I don't.