Fading Away

We’ve had too many World AIDS Days. Richard Gere (1949)

I am a building
that hasn’t been built.
I am a sculpture
that hasn’t been molded.
I am a book
that hasn’t been written
I am fading away.

I am a sun
that doesn’t shine.
I am a painting
that hasn’t been finished
I am a chuckle
that hasn’t been laughed.
I am fading away.

I am a shadow
in a very dark room.
I am a seed
that hasn’t been planted.
I am a mirage
that hasn’t been seen.
I am fading away.

I do not know who
Or what I am.
All I know is that
I am a wall.
Separating nothing from nothing.

Ivana Rosenberg, age 11