Post Apocalypse

How can it all be over?

How can this be done?

People keep telling me it will never be over

And that you'll live on in my heart and mind.

But you won't.

My heart and mind show me memories

Awesome as they are,

They will never be new.

Coming to terms with this

Is the hardest thing I have ever done

And I am confident that I will never deal with anything

This hard

Ever again.

Even now I assume I will live for decades

But how can I think that?

How can I be so naive to assume that?

This has shown me I can't.

But my thought process defies logic.

We laugh in the face of fate

And we are so convinced that tragedy can't possibly strike again

That we have had enough, and our turn on the wheel of fortune is over.

But it might.

It can.

And it will.

They say these things are to teach us

To shape, define and prepare us

But I don't want to attend this lesson,

I'd rather skip and get detention.

Being held endlessly in what came before

Is one of the most incredible things

I can now only dream of.

Wishing for it is pointless

Because the confines of our dimension,

Stop me from ever being there again.

Time hurtles forward

And many things will change.

But the only certainty

Is that I'll never see you again.

Only in my mind's eye.

And that won't be real.

I'll just be watching movies of the past.

In a lonely movie theatre.

And when the credits roll

It will only remind me that we will never build on those times.

They are just behind me.

In the past.

A past where I long to be.