Polaroids flutter in the wind.
The creases from smiling,
stain your face.
Memories of another year,
seep into the constant sky.
Your presence is replaced,
by another person's.
The hectic new world,
waits for no one.
Not even your rocking chair.
Your only possession left,
polaroids paining, yet reminding
that there was happiness,
in your life.
This is what happens when people die, life goes on and people forget.
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