Yesterday I looked out the window.
The world had not yet found out the news.
People had been walking and talking,
Enjoying each other’s company.
The sun shone down on the street below,
The trees blew in the cool breeze.
Yet now today, the streets are empty.
The people are distraught.
For early this morning it was announced
That an asteroid the size of Texas,
Was barreling towards Earth.
There was nothing that could be done.
Yesterday I sat and drank a warm drink
Watching the leaves fall out of the trees.
But today, I will not be doing that.
Instead, I will be writing.
It doesn’t matter much what I do now,
Since invariably life will be annihilated.
Perhaps, some future lifeform will find this,
And will read it. Understand it. Learn about who we were. Who I was.
Most likely, this paper will be annihilated
Along with everything else.
Perhaps I should carve this in stone instead,
For rocks never falter.
There is still another week.
There is still time.
Time to reconnect with a family member or friend.
To reconnect with someone who knows me.
Today I might take a walk
Down to the local park
And soak up the lovely fall day.
Even if the apocalypse is now, I can still enjoy today.
Tomorrow things won’t be much different.
Perhaps the shock many people feel will wear off.
Perhaps the riots and looting will start.
Perhaps not, maybe the Earth will have a peaceful end.
I am utterly hopeless.
There is no future.
I am trapped between the past and the future
Like rubbish in a trash compactor, ever closing in.
Everywhere around the world
People are flocking to places of worship.
Perhaps it is for the best that they feel
Like their souls will be taken care of.
The hardest part for me is seeing the children.
They haven’t yet experienced all life has to offer.
They don’t even know what's going on.
If there is a god, I hope he is merciful to them.
The power has just been cut.
I may not continue writing.
I have a few more things left to do.
And I intend to do them.
If, by chance, we meet again.
Then hello from the past.
Hello from yesterday.
Why could it not stay