estimable actors,
we are having
a lovely doomsday.
4 years is a lifetime,
if two is a cough,
and I am an idiot to think
that love could survive a lifetime.
if Heaven and Hashem exist,
then we must've made for intoxicating viewing,
because our love was fun,
and we gave it a go
as good as good goes.
despite our tedium afflicting,
we were miracle weather,
for the blink of two hearts
being chopped in half.
within the foreseeable future,
this will never be that,
no matter her having the petrol
and me with a match.
from the bandstand to the bleacher creatures,
our comfort was too keen
to kill or thrill or nil.