Remembrance

We are images, pale, hazey.
Spiraling through your memory
like twists of smoke.
Phantoms dancing around the edge of your consciousness.
Laughing and running away as you try to see us.
Faces, once familiar, fade in and out of focus.
Changing. Morphing. Maddening.
Memories, once monuments to friendship
crumble into ruin.
We are disconsolate.
We live on only in your mind.
As you forget us, we die.
Buried in the mass grave of your past.
Yet, if you live on perhaps it is
only because we remember you.