Nada — Summary

If this silence lengthens To weeks, months – why, even years You might not learn it when I die. If we are never to meet again, You will never see the lines That ravage my face. If we are never to talk again You will never know That you were there Always in my thoughts.

You shrug, says ‘so what?’ ‘What if you died – Everyone does, don’t they? What if you got old – Everyone does, don’t they? What if I don’t care whether you think of me or not?’

Nothing matters, really. Or doesn't it? Does ‘nothing’ – that is, having nothing, matter? Or is it that ‘nothing’ – no thing, matter? I say, what really matters is – nothing, the vacuum. All that matters to you is you And all that doesn’t relate to you, doesn’t. Take you out of you, Nothing remains The way I now take me out of I … Which is to say, the world ceases to exist when you do.

It reaffirms my belief that everything is actually Nada, nada, nada, nada.