for those who have loved and lost,
the memory of a first kiss buried in the thud of a fist.
(You are falling so far away from me.)
This is a bitter requiem,
for those whose dreams have slowly died,
who have lived quiet lives, unnoticed in all the fuss.
(Where did we go, what happened to us?)
This is a bitter acknowledgment,
of those who haunt only themselves,
a last fleeting requiem,
for lives long forgotten by everyone else.