I wonder if you could hear me
If I screamed and shouted
If I spilled out the words
On the ground in front of you.

When you think I'm nothing
When you never got to know me
Not me - the me that is us
Not even you.

Maybe you'd hear someone else's voice
Or maybe no voice at all
Maybe you'd tear it all apart
until the shreds surrounded you.

In the presence of nothing
And the absence of something
Erasure of me - the me that is us
Erasure of even you.