For Jaq (poem)

By: Darren Ohl
What do you do about the end of the world when you meet her?
After a long cold day on north, after a little flurry, and then a little drizzle.
After running to the ends of the earth.
Suffering the long road trying to find home.
Roads got worn out like that spot of carpet from recluse's bedroom to recluse's bathroom.
What do you do about the roads you wore out but never wore home?
You wish you could remember her name,
you wish you could remember where you left off
like a lost set of keys you'll never find in time.
What do you do when it's six in the morning and she ain't coming home?
What do you do when question marks look like half broken hearts at the end of a heart-breaking sentence?
What did you do about the end of the world when you met her Jaq?
I hope you walked away.
Category:Death