Echoes

The universe,

it does not end

so much as it curves

downward, angles

brushing into cloudy

strokes across the sky

There is no

horizon here --

everything extends

so beautifully, a

twilit landscape

falling away

into the

blackness

beyond

The end of

my life, it will be

an encore

I will fall below

the curtain only to

appear on stage

once more,

I've never been

the kind of girl

who could let go

of something so holy,

who could give up

when she knows

it's time

These stretch marks

across my body,

they might fade

but the ties

I held onto --

they'll continue

snaking across

my frame,

and I know,

you would take

my hand, and between

the sunset and the dawn,

you would hold me

to your chest,

an agony of echoes

passing between

our lips

This end, I don't think

it will hurt --

I think it will fade

as easily as falling,

an endless high dive

where there is no pool

to catch me far below

I will never sink

so much as I will float

in the in between,

waiting for your hand

to catch mine as we fall

My dear, we will burn

like shooting stars

across that sky,

and I know, that

unforgiving moon,

he'll give us the chance

to join him someday

And when we

disappear

into the black,

I want to know

the last word

on your lips

will be my name.

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