The Precipice of a World - 5/1/12

It was our last day on earth and I wasn’t ready for what came next

I didn’t know how the world would end

And I didn’t ask

I waited for you to join me

I stared at the sky.

It was our last day on earth and you held my hand

“This is what they sang about

This is what they wrote”

You wrenched at my hand

You were trying to find that perfect grip

Your grip

My hands were made special for yours

Just large enough for you to settle in

And you tried

But my skin was tight and lined with sweat

And I didn’t recognize your touch.

It was our last day on earth but I couldn’t feel your hand

We stood at the precipice of a new world

“Just because it’s different doesn’t mean it’s new”

You were right.

It was our last day on earth and I couldn’t find you

I asked everyone I saw

They looked sullen at my words

Or perhaps solemn

I never could read people

I never had to read you

You were an illustration in a sea of text.

It was our last day on earth but it wasn’t ours

I’ve been waiting for your return for a very long time

But I don’t think you’re coming back

You once told me:

“Steel yourself, you never know what lies ahead”

You said:

“Baby, we’re driving a car with two steering wheels,

We’re going to break apart,

But we won’t know until we’re both skating on two wheels”

It is my last day on earth and I’d give anything to see you

I don’t know why you’re not here

But I miss you.