There will be a time when you are no longer thought about
When no one knows you at one point existed.

When nobody remembers who you were, how badly your dreams haunted you, how badly your people treated you, people who you trusted.

When all the time to ourselves had been used up and there isn’t a second to waste.

There is no mile marker after the end.
Nothing to subside the empty blank.

We only have what we remember.
And that is the hardest part.