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.
