A Dying Memory?

                        Life when she was little was no more than a faded painting.

                        She thought of him as laughter, her best friend, and her joy.

                        She remembered the times when they laughed and smiled.

                        No teary memory for not one. She missed him.

                        Sometimes she thought of him. And she wondered.

                        What was he like when she left. Was she in his mind?

                        Or was she just a dying memory if not dead already?

                        But she needed him to remember her. Just a second.

                        His smile so soft, bright, and happy. She missed him.

Reviews

[BELLA]

i love it

[LynLee]

this will truly touch peoples hearts. If your leaving your best friend people will always think "Are they thinking of me?"