As I look upon the ticking clock
Questioning of I'll live,
I'm stuck wondering how they are.
The people that I left.
I wonder if they remember
Who I long to be.
If they recall
The faint memories,
Like music notes from old.

But even if they don't
They needed worry.
I will remember
All the days and nights
Even when you grow old.

I slowly begin to see
That they might not remember details.

But they remember me.

-3nwlry