the bomb landed
as i took a sip of tea,
it was morning.
you were wiping the
sleep from your eyes,
hair standing up on the right,
your shirt’s left shoulder
slipped during the
unconscious overnight battle
for the sheets,
the wind whistling through
the window draft,
a flicker of light
coinciding with the muffle
of napalm slamming into the world.
there was silence, calm.
everything ended, and
immortalized in shadow were the imprints
of you wiping sleep from your eyes,
me sipping tea,
and the smallest hint of a smile
between us, like a hey
quickly turned into a bye,
thanks for everything.