eight in poems

i want to celebrate this life
i’ve had with you.
To the towers now toppling
the myths unraveling
the dreams undiscovered
the beauty untouched.
Our great city built on in-jokes and broken promises
potent with shared hopes now abandoned,
falling silent,
dark.

the language of us will wither and die.

I want to celebrate this life
as it turns to rubble and dust
to thank you for our love
as it collapses all around us.