The Quiet Disappearing

I’ll slip away like evening light, A shadow fading into night. No heavy steps, no last goodbye, Just silence where I used to lie. The world won’t pause—it never does— The wind still hums, the rain still floods. But in the spaces I once filled, A hollow note stays softly stilled. Perhaps you’ll glance where I once stood, A ghost now lost in mist and wood. Or maybe none will pause to see The empty space that once was me. Yet know this, love: though I may go, The ache you feel will ebb and flow. But you are more than what you lack— Irene~