Sometimes I have this nightmare, a dream really, where I fade from the lives of those around me like a fog giving way to sunshine. The people dance on, quietly calm and memories of me are bleached clean.
My gaffes disappear behind cloudy curtains and no one ever has to tell me to “JUST FUCK OFF” because I never existed in the first place.
The things I did and said evaporate and vanish and their scars push back up into unblemished flesh. .
I, and the harms I’ve done are swallowed by the ether, erased…absorbed.
My face dissolves, and then my concept,
And like a sigh into the wind,
I am gone,
a never was.