Unnoticed

The world went on without me No one noticed at all after I winked out like a burned out lightbulb the last flickers of flame licking what little is left of the wick of a dying candle before the room goes dark A wisp of smoke wafting Words were all I had to give but no one wanted them like the gift of an ugly sweater left lying unworn in the box in which it came on a closet shelf for the sake of propriety until it’s been forgotten by the giver and can be tossed without guilt So I sit in solitude musing on meaninglessness as these four walls cave in and crush me