The Last Picture in the World.

Life is still.
Nothing can be heard.
The memory of you stands on
Nothing.

Everything has disappeared.

Blue skies turn to emptiness.
Scattered pebbles, lifelessly on
Me and you.
You and me.
It falls short of dark, dark,
apocalyptic times.

The leaves are falling
Florescent colours are no more.
Do you see the empty skeletons
of trees?
The lingering sights of the wind?

Pine cones in the hearts of
Me and you.

(written Thursday, February 25th, 2010)