I first saw her as she stood
in front of the crumbling silhouette of
an abandoned skyscraper;

We scavenged together
for a while, fighting office workers
who had begun to form tribes;

In the summer nights, we
camped out under the stars
in a bombed-out church;

Often we imagined what our
lives would have been, if
humanity had not fallen.

Maybe we would have a
nice house, a family, and
a little dog scampering about.

One night, we were trying to
find shelter, and she gashed
her leg on a rusty nail.

To our horror, the wound became
infected. She slipped away,
hour by hour.

I buried her in the green, green
lawn at the bombed-out church
where we first kissed.