A fissure began and it swallowed the world.

I remember specifically when my legs gave way and I promise you I reached out my hand so you wouldn't follow--

I don't know if you know yourself quite well, but you don't do well in pressure

But we ran as fast as we could while buildings gave way and glass showered our feet

We were cornered with low throaty growls of shifting earth

Towers of banged and blown-through buildings and you always said you wanted to live in the bustle and hustle of downtown

It looks a little different now, as volcanic ash engulfs the coffee shops and opera houses

It's just like you to wear high heals in the midst of chaos and destruction

But I've learned not to judge you, even when your cooking was not up to par

You would always make up for it with puppy eyes and pouty lips

I stop and see the courthouse up ahead, rising like a behemoth of architectural brilliance, and just the same, crashing down like a tsunami wave and blistering the beachside with angry pummeling and persistent hammering

In the face of the end of the world, it's beautiful to see everything we've created destroyed faster than we erected it--

That's when I lost you.

In the midst of such terrifying display, you slipped away into the rubble and I searched

and I searched for you but you never wanted to be found.

This was the fissure that swallowed the world and you were my world and are only now synonymous with carnage and things brutal.