Where do all the lost names go?
Darkness leaves as the streetlights glow,
Autumn rushes, making way for the snow.
Love vanishes, and all that’s left is woe,
But I wonder, “Where do all the lost names go?”
“Whose names are these? Where are they gone?” you may ask,
Yet searching for the reason is the hardest task.
They could be a soul, a heart you once saw or knew.
Or someone forgotten, who once cared for you.
A soul who once helped you when you missed the bus,
An unfortunate mother with no one to trust,
A soldier who lost his family to war,
Or a quiet young dreamer lost, gazing at the stars.
The world moves on, quick to replace,
Forgetting the love, the deeds and the face.
Memories of the kind acts drift away in the air,
Like a lamp once warm, now forsaken and bare.
Someday I might be a lost name too.
A face once familiar, blurred from view.
But even if time lets my memory slip through,
I’ll be content giving my all without ever asking for the due.
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