(Or “When you’re living in an apocalypse and you’re best friend won’t run away with you to the nearest star system.” Title and some parts TBA, but we’ll publish it a la Dickinson)

The last thing seen on earth

Is our wrought decay

”Do you hear what I say”

How we’re waiting ever for the day of a jammed up dream

No one ever lived how they liked

But don’t just try and catch me

And don’t you cry for those who chose this

When we’re searching ever for the place

Where loss would never be

So please be close to me

Together we’ll rise on that black smoke

And the restless bear will raise her downcast head

“Do you even know her?”

She’s fine now that she can graze her feet

If not for her shattered dreams

”And again, you never saw her?”

You know she couldn’t choose who she got

There’s one for each god up in the sky

Then will you have me rise alone

When no one will be left to count me by stars

The last thing seen on earth:

I swear, it’ll be violets down waving

Goodbye, as thise before us know

No one else would sort our ashes

So why not come with us

Please won’t you come with me

As you are the universe’s cure

When you’re here with me