In the spirit of being back to writing again here’s a little poem I wrote:
Each day passes
Your memory fading from others
Soon they’ll forget what you did,
Who you were,
That you mattered in their life.
I always think I’ve prepared myself for it.
Until it actually happens.
It always cuts deep.
Did they really forget?
Is it easier for them to just let it all go?
Did they mean more to me than I did them?
I guess I should just be thankful for my memories and experiences.
Whether they remember me or not.
But it still hurts…
This is something I think about all the time. Especially with being blessed/cursed with a good memory. I almost always remember people and the time that I spent with them. And it seems like they’re so quick to forget. Especially people you worked with or even spent a lot of time with in school or just in general. I’m always curious about if they’re just playing that they forgot or did I just make such a small mark on their life that it’s just wiped from their memory. And honestly? The thought of that hurts. Not to say that I make a significant impact on every single person that I meet but I think that everyone that I have met or spent any sort of time with has an impact on me. Big or small. They help shape who I am and who I become.
I guess it all comes down to, I want to make an impact on someone. And I want to know I’ve made that impact.
That’s a big reason of why I write.
Stay classy and sassy<3