When galaxies unfurl their softened arms
releasing
what was once held close
Stars
blink,
bleary-eyed,
before winking out of existence
The cosmos stained in a chaotic dispersion of matter
(no matter:)
We were here
We’ll etch on the Space that remains
a pinprick of time in a fraying corner
of the cosmic blanket
where we rubbed our thumbs in comfort.
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/will-the-universe-remember-us-after-were-gone/