it was an suv

on the interstate

and outside the 

sun was setting. 

the suv drove 

straight into 

the sunset, which 

was at first grand, 

and then just drips 

as it drained itself 

into the bottle 

that the man

at the end of 

the world drinks 

from when it's 

dark and he

is alone. 

it was dark, 

and the man at 

the end of the 

world was alone. 

in the suv, 

we were not alone. 

as we drove into 

the sunset, 

your sister listened 

to her ipod,

your mom talked 

about retiring.

the man at the end 

of the world drinks 

from the bottle of 

light, because 

he is scared of the dark.

i held your head

and promised 

that it would all be 

okay. 

it was a bike, 

on the street,

and all around 

it was sunny, 

and all around 

it was rainy, 

and there was a 

rainbow. 

right before dawn, 

the man at the end of the 

world starts to panic. 

what if the sun, 

forgets to rise?

it was a stupid thing 

to promise you. 

and then way off, 

there is a slightly 

lighter shade of dark

and he takes the 

last sip.

i rode towards 

the end of the 

rainbow, looking 

for the gold.  

before then i gave up, 

and came home.