Points of you

A single point make up the story,

and the point it's you,

aware only that you could not add more,

at that point.

But it does not stop the story that continues

inexorable point after point

after point,

after point.

In the infinite suspension

that leaves a trace after another.

Not indelible,

and not even visible when, looking at the space

remained empty you do not see the other,

even if filled by a point.