Absent
that there, that's not me
the I you called me is long gone now
melted into the selves she loved
fragments dispersing
through disappearing matter
blending with superior energies
she thought to be her own
leaving loose particles—
a vacant void of a vessel
floating in a non-existent space
nothing to hear but the white noise
of air flowing in and out
an illusion of a body
mimicking the ones
that once brought it comfort