She is the exquisite ache that powers my days and nights.
Lately, although she has tried to downplay it,
she has wondered and worried about the ending of the world.
She is an intelligent person.
She has analyzed many different perspectives and declarations
and considered them without conclusions.
But she has the soul of a rapt witness, and despite a determined rationality,
I have felt her at night—trembling in her dreams.
For myself, I have come to realize that, oddly enough,
I enjoy the drama and suspense of possible cataclysm.
Destruction or unknown transformation is terrifying enough, however.
But what really scares me is the thought of anything painful or tragic,
or even anything with a hint of true sorrow,
crossing into the path of the life--
of the one I love.
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