Forgotten

One word lost

Three questions gained

Broken hearted

With no memory to save

Like an hour glass the sands run out

Lost in time

Stuck in then, what about now?

Buried in question upon question

Nothing to salvage only compromise

One day a woman

next day a 5 year old girl

There just aren’t enough stories in the world

Who I am now, all the progress that’s been made

Will be forgotten within just a few days

Mind set

Weak hearted

I’ll sit with another story I’ve been told  time and time again

I’ll laugh  

I’ll smile

Maybe later ill cry

I love you, though you may not know who I am

I’ll sit here mind open, listening  to a story again and again