The news screams of war.
Nuclear sirens and wildfires,
Flooded homes
Extremists taking their fight
To the streets.
I try to memorize the way you look at me
The way my name sounds on your lips
How warm you are, how safe.
Politicians in hot water
Displaced children
Without a home nation
On a boiling planet.
I might be holding you in the eye of the hurricane
There might be disaster at our door.
But I will remember this moment.
For when the world ends.
Strong words. Good post.
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