How many were there? Who were they all? Where are they now?
Why can't I remember everyone who was important to me?
And why have so many forgotten me?
Then I think of Life beyond myself and how Things change to meet the seasons And the challenges of fate.
I recall discussions of how successful Species adapt and evolve and go on And Iβm struck by the realization That Life means my life too, though I find no comfort in that.
And in moments like these I find miss them all, even the ones I canβt remember.