if i thought i could
speak with you again,
to seize a quiet, private 
moment away from
this inevitable slide into the
End Game we all
face

if i thought you could hear me–
really hear me–and ignore
all the things you thought 
you knew or that you thought
i was

if i could only take your hands,
look into your desperate eyes
and give you what little
strength i may have

then, the continents could heave,
the hail stones fall, the oceans
flood and the sun burn the 
surface until it is cinder

if only i could
have one moment
with you