Would they realize I was gone? Vanishing, never to be heard from again.
Would they take my leave as an invitation to search, to try to figure out… what happened?
Would they feel my absence? More than physical, more than emotional? Or lack there of…
Would they take my leave as prompted? Something led cause to this, yet they know not what…
Reassure them that I have left so many times, this is but the first time they noticed.
The countless hours spent within
An untold number of wishes
A myriad of dreams
All passed on, by the ones who now take notice
I will return. Time moves strange where we are. The absence noticed by the others, is simply a flicker of recognition
This makes me smile, for they know not where we are.
The others see and mirror the other facets of where we are.
The many sides of the cut gem
Would they realize I was gone? Only if they realized they were too.