Lost over time

Little pieces of you and me

Left behind on the railway track

Forgotten but not disposed of

A stick of deodorant

A half-used tube of lipstick

One side of a sock

Little things, over time

They lay on display for passersby to see

A memorial of us

To us

By us

Not the whole of us

But enough to notice the hole in us

Shadows and fragments

Drained of energy and purpose

It is all that remains

But each day we start anew

We pay silent homage to those who came before

For in time, we too will join them

A hairbrush

A notepad

A story

In Memoriam