This is the end of all the things that used to make noise, those things that made me shiver.
Yet its quieter than I expected.
I used to dream of boys in blue. Fleets arriving for some other siren's call. Their lights drawn as they crashed down the staircase, mouths pouting. I always knew I would be running toward them.
asking, sorry, begging,
"no no no, please wait, they are almost finished. don't you understand? can't you see what we are doing?"
but now. its over.
with two inches we can hope for nothing more.
and it was to the tune of a different blue.
how strange,
no sirens, just quiet pitter patter.
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