She's fading
It's been one year
five months
four days
and seventeen hours.
And I realize that she is beginning to fade.
The dreams have left,
ended months ago.
A new wife quickly found
over six months wed.
Of the past now no one speaks.
Why dredge up the sorrow?
"Time to move on"
Your clothes have.
What she bought you
now worn and stained.
But I can't forget,
or no one will remember.
I'm her last friend left,
And someone must try
to stop the fading.