the last nebula we ever saw
stardust whispered into ash
extinguished light washed away
into darkness into nothing
was there color that fateful dusk
did I feel the pressure in my lungs
would you hate a husk like me
warped and dazzled and sapped
withered minds too weary
raptured souls long vacant
I still thought there’d be music
at the end of all things
like a memory we ceased
no pain no goodbye
your hand in mine
no creation to escape to
in that infinite moment
though entropy may have tried
love blinked last
the day the universe died