The Last Days.

The sky turned white today. Everyone froze. It was snowing.

I asked you how to keep from getting cold in the snow. Out we went. We faced the falling snow. What a show! With our hairdryers pointed towards the heavens and our fifty foot extension cords, we must be quite a sight.

You always had a way with words.

You took me to the beach. It was snowing there too. What a sight! We chased after one another, sprays of powder white all about. We dropped to our knees, awakening our inner child. We made snow castles and sandmen. Snowball fights became sand fights, while somehow merging the line between the two.

You took me to the forest. Elegant pines were dressed in robes of white for the occasion. What a show! We ran through the branches, showers of crystalline ice embracing us.

You took me to the lake. I was worried at first. Would it break? But I soon forgot that worry. We ran and slid. Pirouetting, skating, flying through the air. Two lithe figures having the time of their lives. Nothing else mattered, because clandestinely, the world was in love.

There was no Hitler. No Holocaust. No Hiroshima. No heaven or hell. The world wars were just lovers fighting. No Chernobyl.

This is it. Just us. The sky is falling. Shattering our beliefs, shaking our faith. Our last days together. Sharing them in the snow, making the best of what we have.

But the truth can't save you. Neither can lies. The sky is falling. Will you leave me hanging before I've grown old?

The sky is falling. The world was in love. The truth can't save you. You'll be leaving.

Is there no way to stop the truth from leaking?