You say,
Babe,
Don’t ever leave me.
Never.
I mapped our lives.
Rocking chairs,
Metronomes,
Silver lake,
Wrinkled kisses.
A cottage,
A jungle
Overthrown with vines.
Or perhaps,
We’ll die.
Ride our motorcycles
Off a cliff
In Utah.
Arms trapped,
Our stars
Side by side
On the sidewalk
Till the world explodes.

Till the World Explodes
by Nina Ljeti