It's Not Me Who'd Let You Go... Poem by Mark Heathcote

If someone makes negative observations
or harmful cosmological predictions
about our love and its demise—plateau
remember-love it's not me who'd let you go.

If my love for you were to ever-fade
it would diminish like a supernova star
it would trigger a nuclear fusion
expelling more light than a galaxy of stars.

It would be comparable to all the light
that has ever existed, shone on your brow-
morning and night and a long time after
its midnight patina would outshine the moon.

Its lustre shall never dwindle, not even
when you, yourself are gone and no longer.
there would be a core folding, a shock wave
my heart would enter a gravitational collapse.

I should be left a black hole
awaiting your joyous infectious-laughter
I would grow in mass and at my core-
remain a remnant of something much, much more.