“It’s falling apart.”
“It’s always been falling apart.” As I walk away from the glass dome, I poke him in the head, doing my best to smile as I call him, “silly goose.”
And then, I feel it.
The ship gets rocked with the blast. With fire cracking tectonic plates to bits. Crumbling lives, calling for rescue. A million things left behind.
Destroyed.
I feel the shockwave. Tremors of love and loss. Of desperation and pain. Of joy.
Of hope.
Beneath the glass dome of the ship, he stands and watches as it happens, and I can’t blame him for not looking away.
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