The End Of Time

The time has come.
Dust from the cosmos settles,
Sinking to the planet below.
Bits of stars float down onto my fingers,
Twinkling as I take my final breaths.

Is it terrifying?
Suns twist and dance in my hair,
Solar winds against my cheek.
The universe; a home, a friend, a dark room to rest.
A chill settled over me.

I don’t think so, it’s the way it is. Y’know?
I pondered the mysteries of life, wondering,
How? When? Why? What?
Would I ever get to travel amongst the stars?
Seeing every treasure that they hold,
Hidden by distance.

I want to see the other side.
All the spaces between galaxies,
All the black between planets
Cloaked me, choked me.

Is there an other side?
Inhale. Exhale.
As I let go, I float away into the darkness I had called home for years.
The drip has finally stopped.