When there is nothing left

For after dark

‘Night of the Comet’ (1984).

When there is nothing left

Some will say there is still more to do

A past forgotten and a future forbidden

For there are those willing to choose. Despite the writings on the ceiling;

Walls of sky blue, clouds peeling, and—

When there is nothing left

It won’t matter much to me anyways, not at all and

Not without you.

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