The idea of all this to myself
And only to myself

To think it would be only my eyes,
That I would sigh, and only I could hear –
The space, the vastness of the dark,
The room for nothing,
And Nothing itself –

Terrifies even the sun,
Which explodes at the thought
Over and over and over

If this truth is only meant for me,
If I am the only one to know
And the only one to feel and remember
Like this

I am almost selfish in my need to share
So that there might be some understanding
So that I wouldn’t be the only one to record
Such responsibility in these emotions
(No more -- these secrets I can’t keep!)

The idea of all this to myself,
And that this life would only be known to me –
Oh, such destruction!

Someday the world should feel this, too
I wish it so desperately.