my final
null hypothesis..
is Death.
tabula rasa.
if I lived life
without you
and survived
just fine..
then I am ready
to continue
living on
without us.

if you decide
to leave me
questioning..
then I shall see
myself right out.
and I shall do so
quietly..
for, I no longer
deem you worthy
of my loud.

so many times
I have been left
to feed on
silence..
so silence
shall now be
the delicacy
that I freely serve.

at once, I beckon you
to recognize..
the taste of medicine
I offer you..
was once none other
than your own.

for, none of us
may be exempt..
from reaping bitter fruits
of seeds that we ourselves
once sown.