The Melancholy of Friendship (Poem)

Two friends in a room of their own design
Filled with colors and ideas of their own creation
"I love you" said one.
"I love you too" said the other.
"Why must we leave?" said one.
"We have no choice" said the other.
"But why?" said one.
"How else can we add to the room" said the other.
"Will the room still be here when we are gone?" said one.
"We'll know when we get back" said the other.
"The apocalypse is coming" said one.
"I know" said the other.
"I love you" said one.
"I love you too" said the other.
And then the world ended...