The Day After the World Ended

The Day After the World Ended…

I went to the grocery store.

I bought some chamomile tea.

I smiled at the cashier who smiled back and told me to “have a nice day.”

I thought about how we should all have nice days,

now that the world had ended.

The day after the world ended, I boiled water and made some toast.

I put on re-runs of my favourite show, and left my tea to brew a little too long.

I stared at the actors on the television, fighting the apocalypse, and was not afraid

because the world had already ended yesterday.

I did not think about the romantic tension between the lead and the handsome stranger,

or about the foreboding moment at the end of the episode

that hinted that there might be something more to this End of the World business.

That even now something lingered in the darkness, creeping, waiting.

My thoughts were on tomorrow

and all the promises that would be fulfilled at sunset

with the passing of Forever and a Day.