You are a memory to me, nothing more than a fading outline among the many faces that once passed through my days. I have met countless souls before you, some who laughed beside me, some who spoke my name as if it meant something lasting. Yet time carried them away like leaves on a quiet river. Some of them died. Some simply disappeared into the wide silence of life. And strangely, no deep wound opened in me, no storm of grief remained. You are like them now, a name that drifts further each day, a story my mind no longer tries to finish. Just live as if you never met me. It will be easier for you that way. Do as I did, turn your eyes forward, walk past the echoes, and let yesterday close its own door. That is how life moves in the world I know: people arrive like passing seasons, and leave as quiet memories no longer needed. π«️ © 2026 Gloria Penelope
You are a memory to me,
nothing more than a fading outline
among the many faces
that once passed through my days.
I have met countless souls before you,
some who laughed beside me,
some who spoke my name
as if it meant something lasting.
Yet time carried them away
like leaves on a quiet river.
Some of them died.
Some simply disappeared
into the wide silence of life.
And strangely,
no deep wound opened in me,
no storm of grief remained.
You are like them now,
a name that drifts further each day,
a story my mind
no longer tries to finish.
Just live
as if you never met me.
It will be easier for you that way.
Do as I did,
turn your eyes forward,
walk past the echoes,
and let yesterday
close its own door.
That is how life moves
in the world I know:
people arrive like passing seasons,
and leave
as quiet memories
no longer needed. π«️
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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