To Be Forgot

Some names fade like footprints in the rain.
once dear to the heart, now hard to explain.

Faces grow distant, voices grow thin,
lost to the silence where memories dim.

Such is the way a tear drop to the sea.
Drifts even from memory.


But you, you not.
Never I guess to be forgot.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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