I hate how things fade.

You know those days and people you swear you’ll never forget?
Because they made you feel so full;
So complete.

They fade.
Like you’re driving past them in a car that never stops,
They grow smaller and smaller in the distance,
Until you can’t see them anymore –
You only remember when you were there
every once and a while.

I feel like I am fading.
Slowly getting farther away...
Please stop the car.
Don’t let me be a distant memory.

(a.g.)