Not Here

Today-
i am not here inside this body.

a vacant look resides inside my eyes.
the irises swallowed up in black
               -despairing.
                            empty,
 but for a small fleck of blue at the back.

if you look closely at that fleck,
                                          that flash-
closer, close enough to read
                                                                   the finest print,
there will be a sign:      
                    simply reading, 'Do not disturb.'

if you were small enough to knock on that flat door
presented dully in the pupils-
                                 no one would answer.

if you were small enough, and yet still strong enough
to break through that door, to enter into the brain,
         ...you would find...
                            no  one.
                                  no one there at all.
           panicked- you might, perhaps,
run shouting my name through the grey corridors that i usually trod.
    nothing would answer.
                except...
                              perhaps...
                                               an echo.
i am not at home today.
                          i am not alive.