Gone

I remember when I knew your face. It's gone now, lost in my past like the rest of it. Just facts and features and none of the parts that matter.

That's how my life is. Mostly Now, because Before is not somewhere I can go.

All my favorite moments lost, disappeared when they ended. Beautiful points in time that no longer belong to me.

I suppose in the end that's how it all must be.

It's a bit sad.
Hard.
Inevitable.

-w