The last man alive
raised his gun
and emptied it
into the sun
as it sank
out of sight
left alone
in the night
he couldn't decide
what he'd won.

Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers

When I was teenager,
it was pens, papers and stamps,
  two week of waiting,
to see  if the  mailman would deliver
  those special letters from your
pen pals from around the world,

Nowadays it's Facebook, Instagram, whatapp
The Likes and dislikes,
disgraced and lambasting
Total strangers on the internet.
Whatever happened to the human race?

A

I think I met you in my dream
Your face was blurry
But I know your charming jaw line by heart
I know every curve of your body
I studied your body as a state of the art.

I saw you in the door
standing and waiting
you were screaming words I couldn't understand
and it reminded me of all the subliminal messages
when you and I were together.

I think I touched your hands in my sleep
But only to see myself distancing
moving away from you
But no
You were running away
just like you did two years ago
But that wasn't dream.