Huddled close,
The last fragments yet to fall,
We await the dull thuds and the “all clear.”

We survived the worst, you and I.
We were shaken and tossed about,
But you held close and did not leave me.

Another day to hope,
Isn't that what we were praying for?
It's coming, love, and soon.

But our eyes too numb to cry
Scarcely hide our pounding hearts;
The silence, waiting for the new catastrophe looms large.

Can I ask of you something dangerous,
Something bold, something unthinkable,
Something rank with madness, then?

I want to ask you to hope
That the worst is truly over
And that the dawn will find us safe.