Your body pressed against mine
Your arms holding me close
I let myself rest against your chest
I feel as if we three are the last on the earth
Yet as Nathan’s guitar gently whisper’s
Your breath gently brush’s my cheek
And your kisses gently fall on my soft lips
I could never believe I’d want to die anywhere else
I remember my past; I don’t bother with the future
I think of my grandparents, of my own parents
Wondering if this really is the end
Thinking of those who used me
Wondering what could have been with them if they had any heart at all
Yet I am always drawn back to you, when you whisper in my ear
When the harsh sounds of death taunting from outside the window’s suddenly stop
The guitar pauses
Nathan and everything around us swiftly disappears
It is I and you
It is you and I
Sitting together, alone, on this couch with so much history of us
Looking into your liquid blue eyes
I smile, and whisper back “I love you”
No matter when the time comes, for we know it’s coming
I’ll be ready, as long as you’re by my side, holding my hand
As Nathan’s guitar gently whisper’s
Goodbye
A contest entry
- When The Last Day Comes... by PANDAmonium.
600 points, ended November 16, 2008, 17 entries
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