When years from now they look beneath
The remnants of our decadence
Buried in this self-created rubble
They’ll find a plastic bottle top
Tread-bound to its bottle
And realise that we created ways
For objects to outlast our love
Though it was never meant.
And they will find no evidence
A heart once beat deep in this chest
Gushed forth the super heated blood
That when it set, bound me to you
As tight as any bottle top.
Not blood nor love will leave their mark
Upon this earth as bottles will
So rest your hand upon my heart
And feel its beat a moment
Before it fades away as though it never was.