I think about this often
If not most all the time
Keep wondering what happened
To those I've left behind

Do they also have a space
Etched in their memories
And to tell the truth, if they do
Is there a place there for me

We live our lives in busy times
In the moving of to and fro
Where we sometimes find in mid-flight
We've left behind those on the go

Which often has me wondering
As this life moves along
Of the ones I've left behind
Just how they're getting on

Did they find their purpose
Along the straightened path
Was life for them well worth it
And how many of them are there left

As I draw ever closer to the end
I begin to realize
I may never see again
Those I've left behind

...fading memories in my mind