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Something stopped answering
Not suddenly
More like a clock
Forgetting one of its hours
The room learned new distances
Objects stayed
But their weight changed
Air behaved differently
Around my name
Pain did what pain does
It repeated
It thinned
It misplaced itself
Until it no longer recognized me
There was a moment
With no signal
No collapse
Just the absence
Fitting perfectly
I still recognize the outline
But it no longer holds temperature
Memory attempts warmth
Fails
What was once a voice
Is now a concept
That does not load
A path the body
Refuses to walk
I did not decide this
It arranged itself
After too much endurance
There was a moment
Where the word stopped meaning
Where presence
Lost its permissions
Not anger
Not forgiveness
Just the machinery
Finding equilibrium
Emotion did not break
It completed
And stood still
I move without reaching
I register days
Without storing them
Whatever remains
Operates quietly
Efficiently
A system
After deletion
With nothing left
To recover
She is dead to me
She is dead to me
She is dead to me