We know how the universe will end now,
black holes swallowing up all matter
until darkness reigns and time slows down.
The black holes will evaporate
once every particle in the universe is swallowed up
and ejected as radiation,
then the universe will freeze and time stops forever.
That is why I have the urge to hold your hand sometimes,
when we look up at midnight and see the stars,
twinkling silently completely oblivious to their fate.
It’s good to feel loved now and again,
knowing how everything will one day be gone,
feeling the warmth of your palm in mine,
battling the universe in a war we cannot hope to win.
We can win this battle though,
a snapshot of the moment where we didn’t care.
These little pieces of time never fade away,
no black hole could ever overcome fragments like these.