we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury
thrown our way, or so we said.
cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.
suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in,
and the music played on.
while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed,
the music played on.
while prayers were whispered,
and crowds huddled around,
the music played on.
while the water was rising,
we clasped our hands together for the last time,
and the music played on.
while last kisses were shared
and arms embraced wiping away tears,
the music played on.
while eyes sought the humanity
and love within each other’s eyes,
the music played on.
while indecisions and indifference captured us to a halt,
the music played on.
it was the only thing that could caress us
as we fell further into the deep, dark cold waters.
and the music played on
for each and every one of them
until they could hear it no more.
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