do remember
to weep for the forgotten
lay flowers on the barren wasteland of their memory
for they were there
when times were difficult
when you have triumphed
always present
never seen
just an image of what has been
and what will always be
a shadow, unseen, unheard
never acknowledged
not a pang of sorrow when they've faded
just a strong sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity
a ghost of nothing
so say your empty farewell
and be kind
begone invisible stranger
