Half-dreamt But Earnest

I was thinking the other day
About how the world ended.

How we sat on the hood
Jackets folded against the windshield
Staring at stars and contemplating
How we would go out.

I can still smell
Virginia Slims as you leaned
In and we honestly
Whispered lies

We built heroic stories
Noble deaths
Worthy of such struggle

Honestly deceptive
We knew what to say
But not where to put our hands
Or how to hold our heads when we kissed

When the stolen champagne was
Warm and nearly gone
You kissed me again
And flicked your cigarette into the night

I carefully followed the arc
Disappearing into the darkness