As I poured pints
in the runaway bar,
I thought of you
and what you'd be thinking about
in that moment too.
I shook
as the optics fell from their place
and the walls came crashing
down around us.
I fought with my elbows
across the rubble
searching for a light,
or
your soft hand
reaching down to me,
but
only the dead were in sight.
As I closed my eyes
for one last time
I remembered the dewy day
you told me that
our love could survive anything.
I'm having second thoughts about that now.