"This is the last thing I would ever write"

This is the last thing I would ever write

This would be addressed to you who

Made me feel like something more than I ever was

To you who made me strong, resilient, and real

I would be so minded to write this to you

Who birthed a million million stars in me

The damnèd universe that now wreaks havoc in me

The very glory that is all I've ever wanted to be

I would write this for the very last moment of my life

When I would see the last radiance of the Sun

The last of imperial majesty that I always desired

Such that I would entreat a last audience to revere it

This is a song that should be sung at my very end

One that rose at my birth, trembled through my life

And then crescendoed in a flagrant fire at my death

A song that was my life and became my belovèd death

This poem is the last thing I would ever write

Because I would die knowing I loved you and only you

—M.M.

I have made more mistakes

Than I have made good.

Forget the smiles and the

Warmth of her face: they are false.

I have viewed the very sun in the dark

And awaited a fiery embrace.

But whatever rolling over the hill

To the next glade is wrong, and false.

I have dreamt of her smile and kiss

Within my zero distance, my loneliness;

Wishing, yearning for paradise.

But dreams are a fever, and false.

Life is be best when filled with wonder,

And yet wandering has cursed my heart.

At last I know that all the fluttering

And the stuttering is false.

— M.M.