January 24th
Not forgotten•••••
Gone.
Gone, but not forgotten.
That's what they told her.
But they were only partly true.
They weren't ever going to be forgotten.
She wouldn't let that happen and she certainly wouldn't forget them.
But they weren't gone.
Not really.
They lived on inside of her.
They would now.
And they would forever.
She missed them.
Every day she missed them.
But she could feel them all around.
Not forgotten.
But not gone.
Not really.