Gone

One day, I’ll be gone.

Without saying any goodbye.

It doesn’t mean I’m done.

I just didn’t say my bye bye.

Unrememberable presence.

Forgettable existence.

No story to tell.

Name won’t ring a bell.

Will never be written in your history.

No space in your memory.

Removed from reality.

Not even apart of fantasy.

The Love Language: “I am left alone”