One day I will be gone.
My story will end.
I will be forgotten.

But today.
Today I will call old friends
That I haven't seen in months.

I will play with my dog.
Even though she is old and lazy
She is still my baby girl.

I will eat food that is bad for me,
Even knowing that I shouldn't.
It makes me happy and tastes so good.

I will listen to my best friend
Complain about everything in the world
While I just listen.
It's what I'm for after all.

I will dance badly to old music.
I will sing along horribly and hope the neighbors don't hear.
I will be absolutely content with my lot.

I will talk to my brother soon
And make fun of his stupid haircut
Because that's how I say I love you.

I will think about my dad.
I will see him next week.
He loves me more than he tells.

But through all of this I know.
Someday.
Some far away day.
My story will end.
As all stories do.

Eventually no one will know
That I was ever here.
But that is what is supposed to happen.
I don't need to be remembered.
The best stories are lost to time.