Don't Forget

Maybe I will die. Maybe I will disappear, maybe no one will know, maybe no one will care.
I thought I know you well, I thought you’d never go, and now you’re gone.
Were you as scared as I at being left behind?
Did it frighten you to think no one would remember?
Maybe ‘m alone.
Maybe no one else has this fear.
Were you scared?
I am,
Maybe it’s selfish to want to be remembered. Maybe it’s too much to ask.
It’ll try to remember. I understand it’s hard. At first I thought of you every waking moment but gradually you will go. For now I keep on growing but you won’t grow again.
You’re left behind.
Yes, you will be remembered, on occasion. But you won’t live on with us. For now I go on and you are left behind, but soon it will be my turn. Part of life is death. Those who live must dies. And maybe some day, after I have been forgotten too, we will life together,
Forgotten.
But still my fear of death, is it foolish? Maybe.
But still it lives inside of me until I leave this world.
I suppose until it is experienced it can not be determined, what it will be like, how it will feel. Will it be hard to live knowing you are dead>? Will it seem to matter when the hands of death pull us on to forgetfulness?
Is it self-centered of me to want to be remembered forever? No, not mourned forever, but for everyday to be thought of to always live on in the hearts of others to be there in spirit. Yes, I supposed I’m greedy People are entitled to move on to leave me behind.
It’s how it’s supposed to be, I suppose. But it’s scary,
Don’t you think?