Poetry and Word

Unnamed

Think

of faces in old photographs, film

Mentions of others in a tale

Of how very inconsequential

Their Dreams, wishes, and desire

become

after their passing

to all

But those who shared life with them .

Then think of you

And how in many years a new generation could spy you unknown to them

in a photo or random video

A mention of a distant event

You who has no name,

No thought wish or dream.

Allow thought of who shares

life

with you at this moment

And cherish what you possess

It will one day

Be a nameless face

A snapshot crumpled in a desk drawer

Left for those to wonder before

moving on.