From dusk to dawn

So much could happen from dusk to dawn
I could lose my last few shreds of sanity
While you find the pot at the end of the rainbow.
 
Or you could blend your life to accommodate my sorrows
While I sit, cutting up the threads that once bound us.
 
We could be two halves of a whole at dusk,
Disintegrate into a million separate shards after twilight
Then fuse back together before morning creeps in.
 
Our mutual, complementary time-bombs still ticking beneath
Still threatening to blow apart another night
From dusk to dawn.