Tuesday 27 May 2014

Praeteritus

I am here, waiting to be found
To be remembered
But alas
No such fortune.

Everyone is too busy with memories to recollect
There was once one who wished to be like them.

In the beginning I'd thought
I'm just a memory
Turns out I'm less than a memory
I
am
nothing
at
all.

They have passed me on
Barely stopping to look at me
The few who have met my eyes are blank
Not even the merest flicker of deja vu.

So it has been since....
I've forgotten.

They have forgotten me utterly
And now I begin to forget myself

What shall I do when, like them, I have forgotten?

@Jaye_Eccentriq
16 years

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