Endsong

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends

There was nothing to do, so we cleaned. We scrubbed things until they were beautiful. We talked a bit, said goodbye and then left. We have each other's phone numbers, but I doubt we will ever call each other.

That was my last day of work.

I should feel really relieved that I can finally get more sleep. But instead I'm drained. Is it lack of sleep or lack of endorphins? I really don't know.

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.