It’s as if
I’m walking through a park during a soft but steady snowfall.
People are sledding, drinking hot chocolate, throwing snowballs, and falling in love.
I meet a thousand different people along the way.
But when I reach the end.
When I get to the edge of the park and turn around.
I see no footfalls of my creation.
Nothing that says I was ever there.
The people I met.
Don’t even know I’m gone.
The snow still falls.
Except it’s heavier now.