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Nobody misses anybody.
Everybody lives for himself or herself.
The world moves on.
Everybody has his or her own world.
Accidentally paths may crisscross.
Maybe there would be an utterance of Hi, how do you do?
That's all.
None would stop.
None can stop.
Everybody has a goal to reach.
None has really any time for another.
A full stop comes
And you are gone.
Nobody misses anybody.
A path has to be traversed.
The fun and frolic is just to forget the inevitability.
Nobody misses anybody for sure.
Some may just leave some fragrance.
But dust is the inevitable.
For some time a plaque or an epitaph may remain.
Maybe a remnant of what you said.
But really it is of no significance to you. |
