We held hands on the last night on Earth. Our mouths filled with dust,we kissed in the fields and under the trees.Screaming like dogs,bleeding dark into the leaves.It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river, so we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea, and the shattered seasons lay.And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said,”Death is a midnight runner.”

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars,that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn, as the Ferris wheel silenty slowed to a stop.A few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom, and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that