He has the face of someone
who has never suffered,
smooth with indifference,
untouched by consequence.
He has the face of someone
who has never suffered,
smooth with indifference,
untouched by consequence.
He watches others ache
as if pain were a spectacle,
something distant,
something he does not have to carry.
He was never alone in his apartment—
not once.
While those who stood alone
quietly left this planet,
he remained.
Still standing,
surrounded, insulated,
proof that survival
does not always belong
to the deepest souls,
but sometimes
to the emptiest ones.