Ordinary life for no-one

It feels like everything that was real to ‘me’ has vanished

Stories can still appear and be told but they feel like empty words

There was a devastation in loosing the flavor of the person

There is a unique type of something that is infused with the person

And it was painful to see that go

Like everything else

But now that there’s really nothing

Like really nothing

It’s really nice

It feels restful

Nothing missing

Nothing lacking

No next

No better

No need to change anything

Just sitting and typing

Just drinking coffee

So simple


This is what the person wanted

Ironically she’s not here to enjoy any of it

If that’s not a sick joke, I don’t know what is