Faded Memories
by: Stephanie Mendoza (yours truly)

It's a sad thing, to be forgotten.

It's like you never existed, you never were. Like dust blown away by a none too gentle wind, scattered and lost.

Perhaps lost forever.

And you? Are you lost to me forever?

Gone are the days when our moments together seemed just like yesterday. I can no longer remember the color of your eyes, or the way you styled your hair, or how your lips lifted up in a smile. My memory of you is like a faded photograph; a vague face, discolored clothes, a fuzzy background – nothing more.

The sound of your voice and the words you spoke to me are now mere wisps of smoke inside my head, trailing away into nothingness.

Soon you will be just a name to me, a name without a face, a bunch of letters that rings distant bells in the farthest corners of my memory.

One day the bells will ring no longer, and you will become nothing.

I will have forgotten you…as you have forgotten me. And then, finally, we shall no longer exist to each other. Two people who never were.

So be it. In oblivion I take refuge.