Letter for the End of the World


I made this.

It is my work–it is wholly me.

But I give it to you.

Let this be my lasting contribution.

Does this count?

Is this enough?

If I can put my hand to anything before I leave,

please let it be this.

Please let me share it.

This is my surrendering–

will my words bear the weight?

Of all the things I haven’t said,

or needed to and didn’t,

or tried to and failed.

Will my waiting end forgive me

for all I have not done?

If the world stops here,

then, in this moment, I have succeeded.

I have indulged this strangest of love affairs–

to what end I do not know–

but I have found it all worthwhile.