The Last Song

Words spoken we feared would come
to spill out from old rusty speakers.

We never thought this day would come,
we always knew this day would come;
we did it to ourselves, and we knew it.

Words spoken, hurried tones to loved ones
for they will be the last words from our lips.

We stood and sat as the day moved along;
a last dose of intimacy between the two of us.

The record player sits still waiting for the album,
yet we cannot decide what will be the last song.

We play them all for the rest of the day waiting;
then a song starts to play we both love and

..

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Dystopian Fading

We felt terror and adrenaline running
through those disintegrated streets.

You were so different from the others;
a person with a set purpose, moving.

I felt the weight of endings lingering,
as the bombs started falling heavy.

Running, hiding, killing, surviving;
that’s what we became for so long.

When it’s all over, you said we’d find
a place to call our own once again.
A place far away from the concrete
and chemicals; from the horrors
of what we and the world had become.

I said, “That would be wonderful”,
as the sound of your voice faded.