being forgotten

i am afraid of being forgotten, of being someone so insignificant that i never become a second thought to someone.  When was the last time you thought about me? really thought about me … not just a name  … a face …

Maybe i am deluded, maybe i imagine connections with people when they really arent there.  Maybe its not healthy or normal to obsess about the past, about people in your past who you wish to be in the present to take you into their futures.

Maybe this is why i am silent … why after a brief few liners i went quiet again for so long … i once held you captive by my words, by my lullaby of freshness.  But why should i put so much into just a sweet few words when they are so easily skimmed over … if skimmed at all.

Maybe being forgotten isnt so bad after all … maybe being forgotten is easier to live with rather than being ignored.