Dear Sir,
I just wanted you to know,
that if we should all perish
tomorrow
(well, you already did in your timezone)
that my days with you felt infinite,
that you made me feel like a superhero
because you made it quite possible
for me to conquer the universe
with a single snap of my fingers.
And, Sir, I still believe in us,
in our fantasies and wildest desires.
We held our dreams so tightly in our hands
I thought for a moment
we might break them,
but we laughed it off, anyways.
As I count down the minutes until
God knows what happens at the stroke
of midnight,
my thoughts are on you,
our song,
your sleepy eyes in the morning,
and I just wanted you to know
(in case I was a bit too late)
that my wasted heart will love you
and I’ll be by the snack table
in Hell
(I’ll be waiting).