It is quiet now Too quiet Like something that mattered Just stopped I told myself That is what it would feel like An ending Clean Final I said the words I held the line I did what had to be done Tell me I did Tell me this is over Because the silence Does not feel like peace It feels like something Waiting to speak He is gone He has to be There is nothing left Nothing standing Nothing that could still be him Do not start imagining This is what it means To finish something To end it To let it go So why does it feel Like I just changed the shape Of what he is I can still feel it Not him Not exactly But something close Like a pressure Just outside of sight Like a memory That learned how to move That is not real What was that Did you see that There is nothing there Wait Do not move Just look Between the shapes That outline That form That should not be standing That was not there before It is there now It is not watching It is waiting For what For me That is not him That is not Bastian Then why does it feel Like I did not end him I let him change What did I do
