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It was an 8.9

We were fine one moment
Happy. Together.
Then everything changed
Buildings came crashing down
People crying out
Before falling to the ground
And I looked to you
The calm in the storm
The only thing that made sense
In the rushing, whirling madness
Pleading with my eyes
For you to not let go
Begging with my eyes
For you to hold on

We ran outside, hands locked tight
The bright blue skies satirize
The metaphoric dark clouds
Closing in on our world
I was in awe of you, my amazing grace
My only source of sanity in the hysteria
When I needed you most,
You were there for me again
As you always had been
When everything was shot to hell or worse
You were always my savior

There is a twisted sense of humor
In the phrase "it can only get worse
Before it gets better"
They must have had the wave in mind
The wall of water, lurching for the shore
And racing through the streets
Coming. Straight. At. Us.

You know,
one moment you are fine,
and the next...

I'm sorry I couldn't run fast enough
I'm sorry I didn't have the strength
I'm sorry I was ripped away

I tried so hard – you must know that
I fought – kicked, punched, thrashed
In desperate attempts to find you
To grasp your hand in mine again

But then the world went black
And my eyes were useless
And all I could hear was the weight of the water
Crushing down on me
As it had when it first
Crashed. On. Us.

I tasted nothing but yearning
For air to breathe
But more importantly
For you

Nothing. Else. Mattered.
As the world was ending
I was searching for you
As if my life depended on it
Because my life depended on it

Why did we let go?
I'm so sorry…
Oh, dear God…

In those last moments
I knew I wasn't going to be rescued
The currents had taken you
In another direction
Far away from me
And they pulled me further
From hope

And I prayed
For you.
That you would understand
That this wasn't your fault.
We couldn't hold on with the ocean that strong
Superior might than our humble, human hands.
That we both did the best we could
To find a way out of the darkness of the waters
To find a way back to the surface; to each other.
That you would know
How much I love you.
Even. In. Death.
We are not parted.
Trust me when I say, when I promise
Everything will be okay.
You will be alright.

The pain wasn't as great as I thought it would be.
The hurt went away rather quickly.
Except for that of missing you.
Of knowing I had abandoned you
On the soaking wet city streets.
I would do anything to be with you now…

I can't imagine living without you
Even though dying without you
Wasn't much easier, I suppose.

I just wish I could have kissed you goodbye...




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