The things I touched, I left no traces,
where my footsteps took me,
other feet have erased me,
where my voice once echoed,
only the walls remember, as,
other voices have followed.
My smile will become a distant memory,
the sound of my laughter, something you will only see,
all will fade into a time that’s history,
every footstep….. every sound….. every touch…..
become all as if they had never been.
The stories time once told, will be replaced,
the lives that once unfolded, now eroded,
no permanence, all gone back or is it forward,
to where its intended.