Someday, a very very long time from now, everything
you have known will be eaten by all-consuming heat or
maybe cold-

Every elephant, every tree, every single instrument
ever made- even all stones and all libraries, just gone.

Every grave marker, bouquet and romantic note or
letter written.

All bones and every single matchstick.

Even things you don’t like very much and can’t think of in this
moment.

Every idea OF those things, and sadly every long-forgotten
person’s life, joys, sadnesses, hopes and dreams, as
well as their death.

Every thought and good memory; every hug from your
mother, every sickness experienced, all emotion and love
that you have given and received in the history of
all.

All technological advancements, every life saved, every life
taken, all hatred and war and boredom and entitlement and negativity…
simply vanished.

All beautiful music and art.

I wonder if there’ll be anybody to mourn us