Subject: Fear, Love, Courage
Warm hood and running engines. Wrinkled flannels after plans of settling in.
Static radio doesn’t reach us. You see only the stars and the fog. I see the road ahead of us.
Tomorrow moon is our Armaggedon. I’ve set thought of holding your hand and escaping to your favoured diner.
You’ll order grease. I’ll take leaves. Our dishes never touch, as they never did.
Your heart told me you were proud of us, of me, of the monster you set loose.
Your eyes tell me you’ll do it again. For me, for us.
Love held me back but it set a pace for us too.
It told me to hold—but to hold you wherein we were safe to wake again.
Still, I hold you, as my fear is tonight is our final night. I hold, yearning, in the cold.
Tell me you’ll have me.
When the night ends, you’ll count every moment we’ve spent, the moments you wished you’d wanted to extend, you’ll watch me.
From the years ago you touched me, forever you’ve watched me.
So watch me now, as I fight a battle. A battle we cannot both recover the same.
Tell me you’re still proud.
Tell me, my love, tell me you’re still proud.
Bloodshed of mine is nothing if you tell I was an abomination.
Tell me you’ll hold me again tomorrow if our hearts still beat. Promise me so.
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