Forgotten Memory
By: April Terry
She wonders off alone,
Thinking of all the things,
That seem to make no since.
Of the people she once knew.
And the ones she still does.
She wonders if they ever,
Think of her.
Or if she’s just another,
Forgotten memory.
Slowly she grasps a thought.
And waits for it to form.
When it does,
She speaks it out,
So she can hear it for herself.
‘No matter if they remember me,
No matter if it’s good or bad,
In some way,
Our crossing of paths,
Has changed us all.’
She ponders this thought.
And picks piece by piece.
Slowly she realizes,
She never was alone.
Because a piece of every person,
She has every crossed paths with,
Lives within her somewhere.
Weather there a forgotten memory or not.
And in that moment,
She understands,
How important her life is.
