An inevitable end to the
earth was upon them.
A meteor would soon
plummet to the ground
and destroy the ambitions
of the good
and
the bad.
And the two lay
entwined on an old
afghan rug as tears
silently streamed down
her flushed cheeks
and as he held her close,
a smile still etched into his
worn out and wrinkled face.
A brilliant light
grew brighter and brighter
as the meteor hurtled closer
and closer,
and he opened his mouth to
tell her
all the things he should have
years ago.

“Liv, I⎯”