they woke up..
together,

he was mad,
spitting mad.

he'd dreamt of being gravities footstool,
the lapdog of ill faith.

he was tired...
of being looked through.

of her.
putting fire to everything she touched..
and walking away while it burns.

of her.
playing the same games,
hella more fearce...

of her.
running with the hounds,
retaning the heart of a fox.

of her. getting blood from stones leaving a mark on his soul

of her.
sweeping leaves on a windy day.

then he remembered,
yesterday.
the world ended.

And he still had Her.