I had long thought of it.  The last night here on Earth.  Tonight is the night that the comet is suppose to hit the Pacific ocean.  There had been ads running all over tv, the internet, radio, and on the streets.  The slogan was simple.  " How are you going to spend your last night alive."   On the other side of the Planet the slogan was opposite.     " How are you going to spend your last day alive."  

I decide to spend it with you.  I set up a mattress outside in my backyard and we lay in it and count the stars.  We talk and we talk about the dreams we had last night. We cry together, we laugh together.  We then fall asleep.  This is how I wanted it to be.  Swift and fast while we slept and held each other.  I dreamt of seeing the next morning and waking up with her.  We look to the clear blue sky and smile.  But am I dreaming?  Is this real. Did the world end.  I cannot seem to wake up.

For many times
I promised it will be the last
but you always looked me in the eyes

They spoke to my heart
telling me to not go away
They spoke to my heart
telling me to stay

I already lost count

- J. L

A memory long forgotten.
Buried deep in memories pain.
came rushing from the heavens
With the first of the springtime rain

We sheltered in the woodlands
To watch the storm go by.
We kissed beneath the rolling thunder
and the lightening in the sky.

Our blood rose with the thunder.
Your eyes were wild and bright.
They said much more than poetry
On that stormy springtime night

I thought I had forgotten
But memory floods it back again.
Every time I hear the thunder
Or feel the kiss of springtime rain.