I
have no one who fears loosing me.
No one who lies awake at night
wondering where I might be.
No restless heart awaits my call.
No
one asks if I'm ok.
No empty chair would feel my absence if I
quietly slipped away.
And
maybe that's the truth: I was never someones home.
I could
disapear without a sound an no one would know I'd gone.
So
whenever I choose, I can fade.
Like a shadow swallowed by the grey.
A hidden soul, unseen, unfelt, vanishing quietly, day by day.
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