The World Without Me
©️ Eniyans Poetry ✨️

What if I never existed—
no footprints, no shadows.
Would the air sit lighter in your lungs?
Would the clocks still hum
the same absent tune?
Would seeing the sunset
mean the same to you?

If I never were,
you wouldn't know to miss me—
there'd be no me to haunt you—
like a book never written,
like a song never sung.
Its absence isn't felt
because it was never there
to begin with.

But now—
now that I'm here—
allow me to pierce
your delicate soul.
How would your world bend
if I left?
Does the air sit heavier?
Do the clocks stutter
when they strike the hour
I once filled?

Yes—
undeniably,
my absence would fill you with ache.
Our memories would replay—
each one a shard
you'd turn in your hands:
blood and gold,
something to cherish
for a lifetime.

No voice to carve the silence,
just the echo of what rattled:
my rants, my laughter,
my light against the walls—
gone.

My hands—
once woven with yours—
now just empty space
where your fingers ache for mine.
My warmth—
no longer felt
like a star's afterglow.

The thought alone
cracks the sky,
splinters my ribs.
To write the world without me—
I bleed ink,
I choke on the dust
of what I'll erase.

The world without me—
a wound that won't close.