I'm glad to have met you
On these, the last
Few days
Before the world's end
You've always loved the
Deep (nearly falsely so) poetry
Of the End
So even if I know
Deep down
That you're lying
That you're smiling with
Nothing
Behind it
I find myself strung along
Until I'm so entwined with this act
This play
That I can hardly remember
That it's pretend
I never knew you well
A name on paper
The back of a head
Your far-off stare out the classroom window
Didn't mean much
But now here you are
Dashing ahead of me to check our location
On a subway map
I feel unreal
As though I'm wading through time itself
Swimming in it
Events blur by
Emotions and regrets and joy like nothing I've felt
Surround me
A lifetime lived in just three days
And on the final day
I'm nearly shaking with the fear of it
This obvious farce
Your bald-faced lie
Has become something else entirely
Something so fragile that I'm afraid
Terrified
That something as simple as the minutes
Ticking by
Will be enough to
Break it
And when it hits midnight
The flashing 59
Flicking away to 00
I'm scared to even look at you
Time still as languid as it's ever been
And then I do, excruciatingly slowly
Just a glance
But it's enough
You're bathed in neon
Some nearby sign giving you
A ghostly
Purple aura
And your grin is so unreal
It sends a sharp shiver down my back
Porcelain teeth are moving and
It takes all I have
To Focus
recenter
Your words are something I won't forget
Even as unease settled like sand in my stomach
You were soothing
Stating that it's the end
The true End
Of our world as we know it
And time for a new one to begin
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Poesíacollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
