Dust

I will not weep when I finally bid you farewell My eyes will be as dry as the sands of the Sahara as cement under the blazing summer sun as brittle brown leaves in autumn crunching and crumbling under your feet What purpose would it serve? Not a single tear I’ve ever shed has brought back to life anyone dear to me who is now dead or converted scorn to care in the hearts of they who have harbored hatred for me or led any I’ve ever loved to return it I will simply silently and solemnly fade away into dust dispersing in the air unnoticed