After just one hour of your death,
people begin to eat in your name
as if you never existed.
A day passes,
and your friends quietly return to their routines.
Your silence is no longer heard.
A week goes by,
and someone else sits in your place.
Your chair is no longer yours,
and your belongings start to disappear
like you were never there.
A year later,
you become nothing more than a fading story,
mentioned less remembered rarely.
And yet,
you spent your whole life worrying about
what people would say.
But the truth is
no one really has the time to remember you forever.
Everyone is busy fighting their own battles,
lost in their own exhaustion.
So live for yourself.
Love yourself.
Because the world
never stops for anyone’s absence.
