The end of the world is upon us,
the radio announcer kept repeating
into his microphone somewhere
in a studio, probably far away,
tiny beads of sweat forming
on his forehead out of
sheer terror.
This is it,
he half whispered.
And you and I were
sitting next to each other
in my parked car,
as we had so many times before,
but this time, our faces were blank
and the music did not match the mood.
We are all doomed,
he murmured, maybe to himself,
before the radio faded to a white noise,
and we were left staring at each other
with nothing but a glossy look
in our far away eyes.