Remember Me

His name was Jason

He had no friends.

He had no family.

He was one of the forgotten.

No one cried for him.

No one remembered his life.

His memory died when

the surmon was read

and the digging was done.

I did cry for him.

Him and all of the forgotten.

I remember them,

for the only true death

is if no one remembers you.

Then, it is almost

as if you never

even existed.