As the winged serpents descended
And the smog filed death machine,
marched Towards their last breath
He grabbed her
Kissed her with everything he had left
And walked graciously onto the inevitable.
Something so permanent
an absolute truth of separation.
Couldn't change what he felt about her
The test of time made sure their love existed.
As she begged him not to go
Her memory started to fade
And all that was left, was a black and white photo of two strangers on the nightstand of the nursing home...