The Insignificant Pain Of The Time Remaining Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Insignificant Pain Of The Time Remaining
A half million years
Before the Universe
Flipped on the lights
And I saw my only
Muse
Bruised lipped
Acne scarred
Debased
And I ran to her
And told her,
“I am so afraid.”
And I wanted for her
To hold me for
The remaining time.
Like a mirror,
She said,
“I am so afraid.”
And she ran
And ran far away
Before I could
Sit down
And bite my nails
To the quick
And weep from
The insignificant pain.
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