maybe its times like this
when you're only with yourself
memories of everyone you ever met
return to your presence of mind.
yet, do your thoughts of them
reflect your significance in their lives?
perhaps we tend to impose our importance
on those we remember most
for me, maybe one more thing to learn today:
the only reality of my existence.
in my insignificance.
and my triviality.
no one remembers, and why should they?
you're alone, my friend.