Apocalyptic Thought

 Something that's everywhere and not where at all. A lasting touch, fading into a memory.  A nightmare. A longing. A begging.  A crying.  A regret. A fire that fuels a smoldering ash. A missed detail of your favorite story. Hated for being so loving. Something filled with shame done solo. Consuming it burns, searing the skin.  Sex destroys because it breeds life. 

 Imagine if people treated kindness like sex. Offered crudely, but frequent. Worried about, but offered in a big swing. Pursued with vigor, given often. Given causally, without whim. Though frowned upon, bought and sold. Imbued in everything, suggestive, overblown. We probably still wouldn’t appreciate it.