Nothing

What a joy
I've achieved through nothing
You could call it a black out
Or a white out
or a thoughtless existence
a disappearance
without an ounce of flesh to hold me down
without the energy of music, love, or fury
without a ghost to call my own.
Where you bury me, my memory,
nothing will grow.
I won't even notice.
Neither will you.
No name on a stone
No markings of remembrance
a heroine's memory.
Sometimes the thought gives me peace
a garden without you
a garden without a me
a landscape of dirt.
a landscape of nothing.
Build what you want here
if you even notice it.
You have my blessing
for what it's worth.