What you're really saying is - did I matter?

In reaching back to the wanting bridge
We are a child for the day,
Counting blessings in blocks stacked,
Torrent emotions in sins forgiven,
Black heart made meringue
On the tongues of old stories,
'What flavor do you remember me?'

Check email
Check phone.
Check Twitter.
Check Facebook.
Bear the lack of numbers,
Be counted among the
Never Was.