I wonder with the people who have disappeared from my life - the ones that stopped texting me, the ones I stopped calling, or the ones that we lost touch - if those people still think about me. If for a brief moment they wonder about me as I do about them, if they wonder where I am, what I’m up to, and why we never reconnected. I wonder if I had a lasting impact on someone’s life. People come and go. Some stay longer than others, but eventually everyone withers away. What happens when I wither away? Will their memory of me disappear like tears in the rain? All things end, we just never know when.
“I ain’t got nothing left to give, nothing to lose.”