She said so go, halfway through the show, she was a nut but exciting all the same, I ran like a scared kid running from the word no, but I turned and asked to stay, for this was always her play, and I was just an extra, but I couldn't and I came walking back fast, I couldn't let our scene and sunrise fade into the past, halfway mad, halfway sad, I asked her to stay, with a smile and a tear in her eyes, I held her hand, at a Lake in Montauk we watched the skies, our own doomsday sunrise.
Kinda disjointed, but I wanted to show my usual way of format...I really like the idea of the contradiction of something beautifully sad, like watching the sunrise on doomsday.