When did she decide to be
the harbinger of our destruction?
She came in as an agent of change,
the catalyst in our reaction.
We suffered the words and the blades,
that sought to drive us ever onward
towards what we thought would be
paradise, to all exclusion.
But, here we are
on the edge
of a holocaust.
I see her with her arms open wide,
beckoning,
welcoming me in
to the fire.
We never explained our motivations.
We just assumed the best in each other.
Like the current trusts the river
to take it to the ocean side.
I never expected this conclusion.
She was soft and calm of demeanor.
The only hint at this apocalypse
was the way she’d laugh
when we cried.
Her touch went
from cool and pleasant,
to burning off my skin.
I couldn’t claim
to love her any less;
smiling through the pain.
She stands
in the middle of the blast zone,
drawing me in
with her perfect smile.
HG – 2020
