Elegy for the Eventual End of All Future Generations, Whether They Get Here or Not

You won’t even realize that you’re gone.
As these words appear out of thin thoughts,
Out of thin air, from skull and fingers,

You aren’t yet here and can’t realize
That you haven’t arrived. Don’t worry.
It’s the same for everyone. When not,

You can’t know you’re not, and if you are
Known to yourself but don’t yet know here,
You can’t know that you’re not here, either.

We know. Maybe not you exactly,
But you, we know you’re not here. We feel
The ache of the you not being here,

And weirdly, ache for the you that won’t be
Here, one day, even if you get here,
Sad to know you won’t know once you’re gone.