Darling...

If eternity
were a tear,
It would be my
last one.
It would be full
of pretty things
like a setting sun.
Other things would fill
up its inner drop
like a storm of rain
that wouldn't stop.
It would pour and pour
even though it was
but one tear.
A tear in the fabric
that holds me
here.
Because eternity
is but one day.
A sleepless
wakeless
terminal way
that we continue,
even though unfathomed
before,
to burn and burn
while crying upon the floor.
Eternity is but
a lie.
Eternity is but
the truth.
Eternity is nothing.
If eternity does not hold you.