inspired by an illustration from a 1950 magazine
we'll sit by the window
we'll watch the storm coming
the darkest skies open
the strongest wind blowing
we'll see it take over
the world as we know it
we'll be left with nothing
but each other's hoping
for the days to come after
the days of redemption
to finally bring forth
our longed-for salvation
and yet we'll be crying
and yelling, denying
for no one has taught us
how to handle dying
i wish i could stop this
and hold you forever
but this very moment
is worth more than ever
we'll sit by the window
and watch the storm coming
once we had a future
soon we will be nothing
Arial B.
September 2023