We stood on the beach as the galaxy;
for her I traced its shape across the sky.
She said It’s just a cloud, I smiled and shook my head.
Once she knew,she was quiet, but there was no awe in her eyes;
she said Think your big thoughts, I’m going back inside.
In the first second, the universe was glowing light,
since then it has slowed and cooled and darkened,
to stand all but empty, black and frozen and old,
and the stars are just an easier way to blow what’s left apart,
as time, all but still, struggles to finally stop.
The waves were falling out of the sea; in their quiet entropy
I watched her leave; I was not surprised.