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.)