after us

There was about half a year
where I was often alone
in the office and
I wouldn’t bother
to turn the lights on

I’d make coffee in the dim
kitchen and pretend
it was the apocalypse already

imagine the windows blown out
and an unobstructed view
of the lake below

but I still wasn’t ready
for the pandemic and never going back

for grocery shopping with
fogged glasses
and empty

maybe ’cause all the
lights were
still on