The End of the World

Our feelings—

I suppose it is truly fair to call them love—

Blossomed as the world was ending.

Thousands of people caught up in bonds of hatred

And the impossible thirst for power,

They were the backdrop of our romance,

The memory I now associate with the months that were our relationship.

To me, it happens to symbolize

That our souls began our romance with the intention for an ending;

However, it need not be a permanent conclusion.

Hope is the ever-present condition of human nature

That we as people forget about,

Failing to recognize its grasp on our days’ events

Second by second,

But never forgetting

That there is indeed one factor that causes us to stop and think,

If even for a moment,

Of what we truly desire.

For more.