do you

when the sun dies; when the moon perishes; when the stars and the clouds fade into unearthly dust and trembling ruins; what is left of us, what will be us?

when the universe turns her back on her creatures; when we cease to exist, to love; nothing is left of us, nothing will be left of us.

we. us. maybe it was never meant to be a thing.

(alternatively: unnecessary suffering caused by two self-sacrificing humans who refuse to talk about their feelings, from the eyes of those around them.)