Disappeared

there are so many ways to disappear... i think the worst is in plain sight, the one where no one notices you’re gone, that they’re talking to a stranger. denial is not the best way to make a soul’s death better, how can the brain grasp the fact that the person they loved is gone and standing right in front of them is the shell of the person they used to know. an empty shell equals and ambiguous loss. if i ever disappeared like that, i’d ask them for a trip to the ocean, leave my bearings and look at them one last time, try to remember that I loved them once. walk into the water and let the waves carry me out, far, far way, and deep. peacefully finally finding what was missing...myself.