You bumped into me.
I saw you try to run, trying to be free.
And yet even so, we were all people wanted to see.

How did we know about simple things like love?
We were certainly not examples of when push comes to shove.

I learned your name in the midst of silence.

You walked ages.
I read many, many pages.
Treating each kiss as my day's wages.

Why did you get so flustered?
We promised not to keep our feelings so clustered.

I remember the way you said the words to me so sweet.

I felt that smile.
I wish I could feel that just more than awhile.
It would be funny if I could hold on to it, like in a file.

I would hold you all day if I could.
You should go now...no, wait; you shouldn't.

Don't disappear into a dream that has no end again.

This sweat is salty on my head.
We came up to that horrible place, just like they said.
We all cried for rest, for a bed.

Who doesn't ask for plenty?
In the end, we just end up empty.

I can feel that all too well.

What was it that we really invented?
What shape were we given and into history cemented?
Was this what we really intended?

Whose soul did we capture?
We should not have brought this rapture.

I know this is all my fault.

I can only celebrate life at its end.
Those last breaths were a God-send.
It was so easy for my will to bend.

I miss you.
I wish this wasn't true.

None of that was my intent.

I trace the lines of discord on a discolored wall in a dismantled land.
Ruins of what tomorrow was is all that the eye can see,
covered by sand.
The tragedy of human corruption smiles upon my hand.
Dust.
It always crumbles into dust as I try and observe the rust.
Rust.
Dusty rusty.
I laugh at my exasperated joke.
My last drop of saliva disappeared, as if I spoke.
This parched tongue grasps its roof and pushes on its neighbor teeth.
It claws at the uvula, squeezing out any material it can.
My hands clench as my anxiety pulls itself out of my heart and I rummage for my canteen.
Plenty of water.
Water is still plenty.
My mother always did tell me,
"Each drop of water is a soul we lost on that day.".
I laugh again.
I don't know why I even cared to worry about getting dry.
By the way it seems, the water will never fall out of supply.