Literature
Nothing
I am nothing
nothing
but a picture on your screen.
A light nudge
in your memory
of someone you
used
to know.
But not of me.
A nudge,
and then you go back to
nothing,
scrolling through pages
seeking meaning;
finding none.
Finding
no one.
You can’t find me,
cause I am
not there.
Not on your screen,
not in your memory,
not in your future.
I am,
and always will be,
nothing.