For you,
One Day.

I’ll just be a name,
A face in a picture,
A dusty old memory
Hidden in the back
Of your mind.
Like the sock that
Always goes missing,
Or the book that
Falls behind the shelf.
I’ll fade to black,
And thoughts of me
Will be fewer,
And farther between.

For Me,
One Day.

You will be more
Than names and pictures,
And there will never be any
Time for dust to fall
On our memories shared.
And that sock,
And that book,
I cling to them
In hopes that one day,
You will go looking
For those lost little pieces
That before where just,
*There.