without any warning I’m slipping out the back door silent deliberate like dusk bleeding into night
I am saying goodbye to you to this place to the blinking cursor that always asked too much
goodbye to the scrolling graveyard of thoughts and the strangers who knew me better than friends ever could
I’m pulling my words down deleting every poem like pulling petals from a dying lily until there’s nothing but the bare green stem
I’m deactivating every account wiping myself clean from every echo chamber from every digital fingerprint until my name becomes an error message
and soon after… I will erase myself from this earth as if I were a chalk drawing and the rain had finally come
no forwarding address no monument no last supper of likes and comments
just absence— a final blackout in a sky already dim
don’t come looking the stars won’t remember me
I suppose I’ll leave my poems here, for anyone who may want to revisit them. They may not be much, but I’ve deeply appreciated every bit of love they’ve received.
I’m sorry things have come to this— and that this is how I have to say it. But I didn’t want to disappear without at least saying goodbye.