My memories of her have faded
Like a vintage photograph,
She has finally become
A fleeting moment of my past.
I didn't think of her as much today
And tomorrow I'll think of her even less.
But I doubt I'll think less of her
For in the past, as a friend, she was the best.
I don't remember her voice,
I can't recall her laugh,
For she has simply faded
Into a vintage photograph.
She no longer haunts me
She is not my ghost.
Her absence doesn't daunt me
Nor do I think of her the most.
She's simply just a picture
of a moment long ago,
A part of who I was and have become.
At last I am here where I can let her go.

3/28/17 11:05p