So invisible yet so traumatising
So sadden and so progressing
Thought of tears in their eyes,
Thought of it disappearing as days goes by
Not getting the opportunity to say goodbye to the love ones can be so scary
It is not the pain of the soul but the reality of life
Times gone passed
Years lived so recklessly
Not being able to see the life ahead
It is not painful as it is a memory but it is the panic of not being reborn
It is the thought of not being prepared that is unbearable
A memory that is not so easy to remember
A memory that is so powerless, a selfless one
One day it is so visible it can be held it in one hand
Next day it is so small any prying eye can see the beginning and the end
A memory so sad it can not be shared
A memory so good , so good that is stored and guarded
A good memory that only few knew about
How sad that those who shares it, only seems to be deep in sorrow
It is only a memory, a memory can lost, a memory can be regained but this one is different
This one is flowing
