Such an ill-fitting end
you don't even remember my name.
All of your smeared memories
like ink on paper, almost unreadable now.
Growing more unclear as the days tick by.
Why didn't I spend more time with you
when I still could?
I could've gotten to know you so much better.
But life doesn't give second chances.
A thousand regrets flow through my mind.
Strangers walk on your floor, sleep in your bed
but it is not their home. Not their memories.
it's mine, memories of cupcakes, birthdays, of all
being a family.
Christmas tress and fireworks and just being there.
The strangers are still there,
oblivious to this tragedy,
the small explosion of your mind.
So many memories of you, us, them, we.

But memories can't bring you back.