lives fade away like a passing shadow,
they dwindle to a memory
and leave behind more,
scarred by the wounds of time.

brief reminders of a once living past
slowly emerge through the shadows of grief.

moments of reflection
appear from the wealth of memories
a reminder of the battle lost to history

breath in the air of the new future,
take moments to realise it wont be the same,
the mistakes of the past remain unsettled
as time moves forward
whether you want it or not