Jun 11
someone will remember us
before we're forgotten—
a final ache of memory
lingering
willing itself
to survive
like laughter
like the pain
like summers spent
in the arms of rain
someone will remember us
for who we were
and all we
never became
someone will remember us
though we’ve forgotten ourselves
with no trace left
to mourn
just dust gathering softly
on photographs kept
in a home long forlorn
someone will remember us
someone will remember us
someone will remember us?
