With this, and because of some of the encouragement I’ve received in comments and out of them, I’m back. I wasn’t “gone” long, but it was important for me.
When the sky falls in, I hope you are with me. To hold me and love me, certainly,
but also so I don’t carry the burden of watching the earth die alone.
I don’t think I could do it.
I would rather die myself than watch everything I loved struggle, shrivel, and say goodbye, leaving what they loved and leaving me all alone.
So hold on, dear heart. Hold on to me, with me.
Watch with me,