The last of the rain fell weeks and weeks ago
and the streets and highways are long demolished...
They who travel on foot,
are the hopeful living seeking refuge.
The darkly dusty air sustains the lives of the living brave.
…. And I…
being a hopeless romantic
am obsessed with the thought of you holding my hand
and walking this path
with me being your soldier
and you being mine.
I fantasize that I find a fresh egg
boil and chill and serve to you a crunchy pickle
and you would find your will again
to join the trudgery and walk among the living...
us re-joining the brave...
But this dream will destroy my sanity,
though I refuse to reliquish my humanity
I go on without you
shielded by my invisible cave;
This new life you could not live
and the old one you could not leave..
you took yourself away.
You were never all that
brave.
©flailinlllll
©flailing
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