Eventhough
We had broke up.
Even if it is
A stupid story,
Even if it is
Just a fragment of our minds,
But between You and Me.
Telling it,
Changes other people
Just the slightest little bit,
Just as living the stupid story
Changes me.
An infinitesimal change.
And that infinitesimal change,
Ripples outwards.
Ever smaller but
Everlasting.
I will be forgotten,
Lost, unnoticed.
Like a voice,
Screaming in pain and affliction
In a closed room,
Bounded by glass,
Fighting, shrieking
Wanting to be heard,
Waiting to be detected,
Wanting to get attention.
By the outside world (You).
A miniscule acknowledgement.
Would bring it back to its heels
But it just cannot be.
And I will say again,
I will be forgotten,
But the stories will last
And live on.
And so we still matter,
All of us do matter.
Maybe less than a lot,
But always more than none
😊😊😊😊
