A sea of plastic acid
Will soon replace the Atlantic.
And how heartbreaking and right
That we will realize
Likely, on the same night,
That somewhere in the universe
There is another blue orb.
The shock of falling in love again:
It will have its own Grand Canyon.
And it will remind me of how it felt to know his eyes
Were not yours,
Were not immediately home.
But were with time
Because I am better.