“How cruel, you say. But I did warn you?
Shall I count for you love’s ways? Fear, jealously,
revenge—pain. They all belong to love’s innocent game.”
Tristan and Iseult
She was his Venus in the night sky.
Once he found her
The rest of her galaxy was dark energy.
He would stay with her forever
Long after history abandoned them,
Long after the sun had become a red giant.
Where was their energy going?
Was it expanding?
Racing into a chasmal corner of cold matter.
Where was their god during all of this?
The one they placed their faith in.
Only to discover consciousness
Was not a conscious choice.
That during their rem adventure
Life didn’t represent reality.
When they died together
In a suicide pact
There were no pearly gates,
No heaven opening.
No deity greeting them.
Only blackness.
In Between Hangovers 