Thursday, September 6, 2012
No matter what you say,
from now on I'll start fading away
every day from your memory.
You'll still remember me for a while
but later I'll become a dusty photo
in a boxed file.
Bit by bit,
my fading image will become
a now ignored story on a diary page.
My dreams and hopes you once incouraged
will be turned into ghosts
and will feel so strange.
But when seeing someone
looking like me on a back street
you will remember me
and the memories of us together
will be alive again.
Alive and free!
Scrisa dupa idee Writer's Digest.