The Forgotten Guest
Gone and Surely Forgotten
Like a swift wind that comes and goes
is how I enter the lives of people I know.
Their memory of me is not strong
That's because I don't linger long.
With striking force our hearts cling,
but only to a thin, long string.
Just how swiftly the wind blows
Proves this tie was doomed
from the start of the show.
The lingering cold of the wind chill
are the remnants of my time till
you move on to a brand new quest.
Because, in your lifetime I was only a quest.
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Alystair Kade
English Lit and Film Theory grad, amateur coder and professional shower singer. I love writing, opening discussions and sharing unpopular opinions.
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