I thought things were going great
but I look around and all I can see
from my dilated pupils is the pain that is to come
after a lover has left
the tops of trees are on fire and
the cinders give us light
I scream
I don't want to be pushed away
but as you left me curled on the stone floor
waiting for the end, waiting for it all to crumble around me,
ashes spilling down in to my gaping mouth
all I could utter into the vast, empty expanse was:
"Et tu, Brute?"