ex wife, our children grew up; off living their own lives. there is grey in our hairs and wrinkles on our cheeks. our bodies doesn’t function the way it used too- aches and sores incapacitating our movements. here, i sit on the sofa in the house that used to be ours. memories are slowly fading away like ashes in the wind. soon, it would deteriorate as i let out my last breath. but before it withers away, i must know.
do you still remember us? all the fun memories that we created before we parted?