Anonymous

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Unheard, I walked in silence
toward the future's vacancy.
Unseen, I saw tomorrow,
but nothing was there for me.
Unwanted, I drifted away
and faded, like a shadow,
into a dark eternity.

Anonymous, I vanished.
There was no one there to see
how distant I had become,
how the void had emptied me.

I knew, now, that it was better
to accept this sad reality,
to cease this endless charade,
this pretense of possibility.

Like someone you don't know,
you no longer thought of me.
I was a stranger to you.
I was a faded reflection,
an echo that never returned,
long lost and irretrievable
like an old, forgotten song.

Like someone you didn't know,
someone you no longer needed,
the time had come for me
to face that awful truth,
to say one last farewell.

I had hoped someday, maybe,
you'd look back and wonder
why you let me walk away,
and you'd remember our dream,

or maybe you have forgotten,
and that dream will always be
my sadly cryptic prize,
forever fated to obscurity
and treasured only by me.