The end of the world came already, and somehow you missed it.
You thought it would come with a bang, or perhaps a kaboom.
You thought it would be so enormous you couldn’t resist it,
But instead it was quiet and small, as small as your room.

You never expected the thing that had always been there
To be gone—just to vanish, without even saying goodbye.
It had always been hanging around, though you couldn’t say where,
And it just didn’t seem in its nature to dry up and die.

But the world is quite different without it. It can’t be the same.
And you felt that the old world was gone, though you might have dismissed it.
This new world is lacking a thing that you can’t even name.
The end of the world came already, and somehow you missed it.