what will be left but memories
that, like rocks on the shore
are slowly worn to sand
crumbling into the past
laying a foundation for the future
less and less and less they become
until like ashes thrown into the ocean
they are so separated
no one has even remembered
that they were ever once, one
a core slowly eroded
a past slowly erased
an essence faded
into tomorrow
and no one remembered to forget
and they walk upon the ashes
in the sand
they will never know
and so that my friend
is how life goes