“..And I look up and I realize what I didn’t see before.
The walls are caving in, just as they are for me, just as they were for him.
Can you see the tree?
Yes
How does it look ?
Tell me how it looks please. Is it like your mothers?
Are the leaves still gold as they were then? Have our names faded into the wood?
Here at the end of everything
I love you more than anything
More than revolution
More than this burnt world and my flickering, fading life. You could’ve changed it all
Brought life to this dead place As you once brought life to me
I thought that here, at the end of everything, at this miracle that finally I’d find you. That in the dark, you’d come to me. Under this tree that’s so like my mothers. That we could carve our names out once more.
And though it’s all gone now, all I want
is for you to take my broken body in your arms and hold me, and hold me. Hold me into that blue, still light that hangs so quiet after the sun goes down…”