NO ONE WROTE THIS

 NO ONE WROTE THIS

Non-existence is the place for me.
It’s empty space where I cannot be.

I have no needs, wants, no desires.
That is the price no place requires.

Once I’m not there, I cannot come back.
It’s like not filling an empty sack.

There is no me, no human sidekick.
Without each other we don’t exist.

It took forever to not be me,
To disappear myself to be free.

This is my “Won’t see you later note,”
Which meticulously no one wrote.