Short Stories

To leave

Wouldn't it be easier to disappear.
Not die, just leave only luggage the memory's you hold.
All of my memories.
Take my past, and my future away.
So I just didn't exist in the first place.
The unnoticeable changed that could occur from that kind of change.
Or would things reset.
Everything I've done whipped clean.
Gone.
To bid a good bye would be the hardest call.
Kissing the lips of forgotten lovers and floating back into where ever missing things go.