When The Bomb Fell

From the depths
I call your name
but the only sound is
the rapid bumping
of my heart
shattering the quiet
of my tomb like existence.

Warm in your arms,
shaking away half
forgotten dreams
I glance at your beloved face
as an imperceptive flash,
brighter than any day,
steels away my sight.

Falling, falling, absorbed
in utter blackness,
pain a mere irritation
then blackness.