the end of the world

if I tilt my head

a little bit to the left

and slightly backwards

there is nothing left

to obscure the sky

for a moment

I can pretend

that only I’ve survived

the end of the world

if I cover with my fingers

my right eye

and I’ll squint the left one

the picture of you becomes blurry

and you become only

a slightly darker outline

against the sun

my body relaxes

and I think without emotion

that only I have survived