And this is what he said, on his way to Armageddon

I drove home from your apartment

A pining fire in my chest

The early morning city’s silence

A backdrop to our dreams all laid to rest

Under wide starry skies

The shimmer signifies their ending in a universe expanding

Well I’m here, and what am I?

But an appendage that can know it

Well they should’ve sent a poet

Cause I don’t find a meaning in the night... alright

And ours is a jinxed antiquity

A collection of dismantled almosts

A knock in my heart as we cross paths again

So far away for being so close

And a gaffe to have ever been

A page randomly started and summarily discarded

Well I’m here, and what am I?

An assembly of atoms

In the push and pull of matter

And lucky to have happened upon you

In another place, another time

We could fix an order to our fates all misaligned

If you’re around, if you don’t mind

Meet me before the world ends and say you’re doing fine

And I’ll be alright

And when I die mix me among the mortar

Eternalized in the monotony of order

Brick by ordinary brick in perfect lines

And I won’t mind the unraveling of space time