We as Humans

Fade.

I used to not be able to get that song
out of my head
and now I haven't listened to it for years.
That used to be my favorite color
but I don't own a thing that shade now.
Freckles and tan once splashed my skin
yet the years have bleached me pale.
We spoke everyday once
and they haven't said a word all year.
His memory was so vivid
but I can't remember the sound of his voice anymore.
I could tell you every line at a time
but the plot has run dry.
I used to think that I'd fill journals
but I can't remember the last time I picked up a pen.
Who I was is fading
like a shirt that's been over washed
or paper after years.
My memories
my priorities
my hobbies
are disappearing
as time wears me
like the ocean at a rock.
And someday
you too
will fade from me.

I don't believe time heals all wounds. I think it just dulls the sharp edges of the pain. It'll always be there. Just eventually beach glass instead of painful shards.