In anticipation of the event
the air is thick with our silence
I reach over and grab your hand
and you look at me as if I'd broken it

I don't even care how it ends anymore
and I don't think you do either
and that somehow makes me feel better

The sky is dark, and then it is bright
as we explode over the city
and rain hot ash on the people suddenly
looking up

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