Can you feel the gentle breeze?
A  Zephyr that clams my heart
The sands of time ebb and flow around that field of flowers
My features become little more than a faded photograph
And I ask if you will still remember me
The true me or the one in that picture

Everything is reduced to a breezy requiem
A melody followed by the most grim of events
Not those of death but just simply fading away

Starlight fills my dreams
Illuminating a simple question
One day will you refer to me in past tense?

The melody pumps through my veins
Filling me with a ethereal sorrow
An overpowering sadness

I am on a daily basis
Confronted with a enigma
To go with the flow or be destroyed

Plowed down by that ethereal melody
That breezy Requiem
That our own planet plays for us all

That if I pose the threat of existence
My world will destroy me like so many others
And my friends will slowly let me go

That I will one day vanish all together
That one day my smile…Or my voice…
Become little more than footnotes

That one day
No matter how much I fear
I will become that which I fear most of all

A memory

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