My world is quiet
like the moments
just before sunrise
when everyone whispers
for fear of waking the day
too early.
I exist in silence.
I come and go,
go and come.
No one takes notice,
says hello,
or asks why.
I do not shout,
stomp my feet,
or even speak.
I am still,
yet my mind is not.
There is little serenity in my solitude.
I'm getting used to it.
It's a good lesson for later.
A time will come
when this is all there is,
all there can be,
and all I want.
One day I will fade away
like summer into fall,
slowly and purposefully.
And no one will know
I am gone
until I am.
