i stated as we stood under the giant elephants in the museum,
"that we hold on to memories and thoughts and phrases and people and places
and ands and ands and ands.
and that one day someone from a distant generation of ours will face the end of the world, they would have had our blood and our dna
and perhaps even my freckles and your blonde hair, and that someone will be a part of us, and they will be there at the very second that the earth dies, so in a way we will be there too."
with a
breath
and a
sigh
and a glance at my worried look that you never understood
you tucked up close
and whispered "i hope they're in love when this all goes"
