World’s End
© WORLD’S END by MARTIN WÆRN
“I built a tower to find my way back, gathered stones, and made a mark. One hand to pull, the other to push, with watery eyes and stained clothes. The salt was sweet, the winds were warm. You kissed me on the cheek and whispered your song. We danced for a while, swirled out of mind, then I fell on my knees, and you were gone.”
