now I get it

 
 
 
when the missile land  
and buildings fall like  
dead soldiers  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
on cold February  
afternoons when  
the sky is confused  
while the sun begins  
it's assent back to the  
land of the living  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
through nights of  
terror when the past  
surrounds my mind  
like the rings around
Saturn  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
between the black  
curtains of anger and  
the self-mutilations,  
broken promises  
and misunderstandings  
of love  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
when my last breath  
arrives, leaves my body,  
and is carried down to  
the floor by the gravity  
of death  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
as the darkness  
swims around me  
like boney, hungry  
fish  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
through the stupidity  
and uselessness  
of hope going stale  
with the unleavened  
years  
 
I want to be with  
you  
 
in any heaven or  
hell that owns us,  
or in any vast  
purgatory of our  
own design
 
through everything,  
anything  
 
I want  
to  
be with  
you