Our Ruinous Romance

Our Ruinous Romance

You were a devastating mix

of a cyclone 

and a warm Fall afternoon.

With you I was 

a packed tear drop

of nitroglycerin.

Our happiness was as enduring

as a roadside flare,

a brilliance to cut through the darkness,

like a warning ending in ashes.

You and I built a relationship,

like a brick house,

made with foam imposters.

A sturdy farce for all to see.

Together we were

a dystopian hurricane raging

no louder than a whisper.

We ended,

like a passive argument

over lunch.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

Great last stanza. Lunch. It's always lunch.