Cans of soup, stacks of ammo
Grazed by the light of the last waxy candle
I traded moon beams for a tightly fastened manhole
Solitary king in a tin casket castle
When we first heard the sirens that day
We were quarantined to keep the virus at bay
No fear upon her face, eyes like the sky used to be
The blue I’d stare into to make the time fly beautifully
It stops here. I quit carving tally marks long ago
My calloused heart gone to stone
I’m sick of being tired and tired of waking up
Tired of choking on the dust and the aging basement must’ve
Been her scent. She smelled like the sun squeezing through a dew drop
And danced like nostalgia on an evening with a jukebox
She kissed me. Mrs. Forevermore in her wedding gown
She said “I love you” come with me, we’re getting out
Ain’t no getting out of here, pacing in the pharaoh’s tomb
An eternity for one with a tank of air for two
The belongings that I buried, the things I carried through
The water and the diamond for the girl I’m married to
Where to? She said where fairies drink the berry juice
I can feel her laugh lift my spirits like an air balloon
I touched her face, told her, “I’d go anywhere with you”
I’d dive from 30,000 in your arms without a parachute
Shoot the smoky arrow, tobacco stash is dwindling
Flat upon the mattres, stoic as a plastic figurine
We were sposed to bounce and build a cabin from a giving tree
The future of that favored past has been smashed to smithereens
She recited both our vows
Said “you made a promise, don’t you back out on me now”
I said I never would while descending towards the devil
She batted teary eyes, turned, and sprinted towards the meadow
Echo (echo) signed with an XO
My stomach’s punishment pushing past the peaking threshold
The generator and the dying gadgets trading blips
The machine in me’s alive, but this ain’t no way to live
I screamed until I cried, begging her to boomerang
She drove into the clearing, morphing with the new terrain
My hesitation scored by the sirens that had warned us
I saw the fire and I slammed the door shut
On our anniversary we had a brimstone bridal shower
That drove us from our sanctuary in the ivory tower
I retreated to the earth protected in the final hours
Her bomb shelter was a field of wildflowers