It would be like building a house,
locking the doors
and walking away
You know their eyes shine
with the promise of endless weekends,
summer vacation and
planets in a telescope
They are science fiction
you know what turns your gears,
lubricates your moving parts
keeps you young
Losing her would
plunge your world into darkness
losing her would be like
losing the sun and the moon
Without her
the stars could fall into the sea
the wind could rage
the earth could melt
Nothing would matter
you would be Jonah
mourning the gourd
cursing the day you were born
waiting for the man upstairs
to burn down the world.
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