It'll stay.
Ever so slightly...
Everyday...
In the little ways possible...
My existence in her life will stay.
I might be forgotten.
But I'll stay in the shelves of her memories.
It'll be old.
It'll be faded.
But that faded of her memory will stay.
Those faded memories will only have to wait for her to find it.
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Another Myth
PoetryI thought I'd be vanished from this world. But it seems vanishing is very hard. Even harder than anyone can realize. Highest ranking: #68 in Poetry
