Nothing Remains
You died.
And nothing happened.
No whisper.
No light.
No shift in the air.
Only the room—
exactly as it was,
minus you.
I stood there,
expecting something.
A crack in the fabric.
A sign.
A sound.
Anything.
But all I found
was stillness
carrying on
without effort,
without care.
They spoke your name
as if it held weight.
But even that faded
before the echo could finish.
No afterlife.
No message.
No you.
Just a body
emptied
and a silence
that doesn’t remember
what it’s missing.
Grief isn’t proof of love.
It’s the body glitching,
trying to react
to an absence
too complete to comprehend.
You are gone.
And the world
never noticed.
And soon,
so will I.
So will all of us.
Forgotten,
unmarked,
folded back into nothing.
Exactly where we came from.
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