So, this is where
things get awkward.
Words
don’t come easily,
but I promised myself
that I would be
honest.
There’s an infinity between
you and I
and I’ve counted all my blessings;
gazing out at the stars,
so alone
and comfortable.
Here we are,
building an atom bomb
without ever thinking
that this thing could go off
and damage me
and damage you.
We must be out of our minds,
but we don’t seem
to be stopping.
I guess,
this is where
the rubber meets the road.
This is where the angel
gets its wings.
This is where we failure test
everything we’ve made.
I take your silence as assent,
initiate the breakdown
and we stand back,
holding our breath,
hoping it survives the drop test.
Every trigger switch
was made for this,
initiating
the final sequence.
How has it come to this?
Now we’re about
to end it all?
We’re so much stronger
that this;
so much more rational.
Give me a sign,
just one indication
that you and I
stand a chance
of surviving,
standing at Ground Zero.
I’m not looking for a lie.
I’m looking for the honest
look in your eyes.
A little afraid?
well so am I.
It’s probably normal
to feel this way
when everything
rests on the next
thing we say.
Eventually,
we’ll break our silence.
This isn’t what
either one of us
expected this to be
and that’s okay.
This is our little bomb;
our own little
doomsday machine.
It might just be
the end of you, or I,
or everything,
but it just might be
the greatest thing
each of us have ever done.
If we can only keep our fingers
off the button.
HG – 2018
