Left to be Forgotten

Soft as an angel’s voice,
the colours sang to her
in words warm as the summer sun.

A rigid smile brought bliss.
A gateway to her own world
full of people.

Now you’re an isolated heart
joy breaking like a fragile vase.
As she watches.

Time passes,
Songs turn to whispers,
turns to sorrow.
Your smile stitched into your face turned blank.

Skin began to tear,
Each sharp rip a quiet memory
of being forgotten

One day you will be someone else,
your sorrows fade away.
Even knowing they’d forget you too,

you smile anyway.