No Escape

She was the atomic structure of hydrogen
She was in most compound structures,
She was in almost everything.

She was my everything.

She was oxygen.
She was water.
She was sustenance.
The fuel that ignited
The flaming arcs
Of desirous devastation,
Of innervating passion,
To hissing sparks of jealousy.
The heat that warmed my soul,
The small pleasures of morning coffee
To the addiction of nicotine.

I would have gone wherever,
However far,
Whatever the cost.

But it doesn’t matter
What I would have done
When all is lost.

With no escape
Except to express
This berating despair
Of lifeless existence
Without hydrogen’s bond.