When the End Came

When the end came I did not dance.
The lights stayed on
and no one cried.
My name came and yours did too,
the course we took the gulf stream blew.

On your bed and in my carpet
with a stone felt breath tucked deep in our pocket
the end pressed close and the wind came down,
then nothing.

When the angel came I held her hand.
Her voice was low
and broke sometimes.
Atoms stirred in circle space,
I felt myself and I saw her face.

The dream raced on in a television hue
but the difference with her was that she wasn't you.
I know what you saw despite what you said,
yet nothing.

Touch me now the end is clear--
nothing now that nothing's here.
You think no and search for more
you'll find that I am gone
somewhere.

Touch me now the end is here--
lead me toward that angel's voice.
Burn your salt and cry my tears
in windows there
that I helped seal.

I know what you saw,
despite what you said,
yet nothing.