gaara_chan is making the best of it.
I wrote a poem last night. I’m certainly no poet, but it is writing so it counts towards this goal I suppose.
What happens when you get left behind?
When all the bonds you thought would never break
turn out to be weaker than you supposed they could be?
What happens when those you loved the most
cease to remember you
as the memories you shared together slowly fade
with the transition from the past to the future?
Perhaps it is easier to be the one who remembers
when you have nothing else to replace the memories with.
As those you loved live their lives and make new memories,
the new will slowly replace the old.
Those you love will have always new memories to hold dear
while you, left behind, will have nothing to cling to
but the things you still remember fondly.
Holding tightly to the past, afraid to turn
and face the future alone.