Your absence will not cause
the wind to blow,
the trees to sway,
or the water to rise.
In fact, it will be still.
So still, it will be no different
than the usually immobility
that afflicts my heart.
I am an entity unto myself,
you, simply a visitor in my world.
You flow and ebb,
in and out of my life,
like the tides do on any day.
Will you leave your mark?
Will you plant your flag?
Will I feel your absence?
I imagine the day that you depart.
I will ask you to leave
and to never come back,
you would have defiled this place
in an unforgivable way.
And I will forget you,
and never think of you again,
in my memory, precious few remain.
The ones who left their mark.
The ones who are unforgettable.
You, my dear, are unremarkable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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