Script

The letter she had sent him
arrived a few days before
the World had ended.

Once it was opened,
seal ungummed and broken,
its importance was set.

Inside it were confessions
and rhymed codes that were
already understood.

Outside it, bricks fell
from the sky and rain
slashed through steel.

The letter’s delay was
due to its author, not
a failed infrastructure.

This fated delay brought
with it the spoiled taste
of regret for potential unmet.

After reading it and weeping,
it was left open for any
to view, and sit, and stare.