Your arms lock around yourself,
shielding against the explosion
that shatters and scatters our perfect world.

You say:

"I don’t know what to do."

My mind and body race,
hurrying to pick up shards,
forcing together the jagged puzzle pieces of our happiness.

"I don’t know what to do."

Take my hand—look at me!
There’s nowhere else to be but here, with you.
We can still make it through.

"I don’t know what to do."

We hold each other tight,
Trying to create diamonds from our charcoal hearts.
Do not let me go.

"I don’t know what to do."

You pull away—
from my arms, from the wreckage, from desire.
You cannot climb any higher.
Devastation. The world’s on fire.

Again:

"I don’t know what to do."

You will take no more from me.
Alone, abandoned, afraid—
a heavy heart, a weary mind.
It’s left to me to call our time.

Sadness.

I do know what to do.