The Volcano

The super volcano erupts

and

kills everyone.

I’ll miss you

and

I’ll miss your dog.

The earth was a better place

with you two in it.

Now it just a spinning rock,

with me

and

my laptop on it.

The volcano spared me,

so I could write the tales of your beauty.

The only problem is,

no one is around to read them...

-C.H.