Move on, that’s what they say
But if I do, doesn’t it show
We are replaceable in a way?

Meaning something today but not tomorrow
Memories replaced with the present
From the past we needn’t borrow.

I want the memory to never fade
To always fill the void left by their leaving
They meant something once, let it never degrade.

I don’t want to say goodbye
But I think I fear my own insignificance
If they can be forgotten, so can I.