Existence

Noise bouncing off the walls,

Around me where ever I go.

I pierce it with my silence,

But no one will ever know.

I leave

And the noise covers

Where I use to be

Nothing to show

That I sat there.

No shadow,

No item left behind,

Just a table

With empty chairs,

Waiting for the next person

To come by,

To erase the few traces

Of my existence,

That I left behind.