You Had Such Grace In The End. I Wish I Could Remember What Colour Your Eyes

Were But Every Time I Looked At You My Mind Went Blank. You Had The Best

Damn Sunday Dress At The End Of The World. The Wall Of Flames That Consumed

You And Everything That Was Good, "not With A Band But A Whimper." What

Would You Do? Arms Spread Welcoming The Impending Nothing.