Forgotten

Wind whispers through the bare, dying branches,
uttering faint lullabies of past memories.
All of their words,
all of the times we once were
sailing away with dead,
lifeless leaves.
Limp feelings,
emotionless thoughts now
run its course through my veins,
rooting itself in my soulless cell.
Fond memories,
once a seemingly daily reality,
now a missed pastime,
continue to mutter through the brittle limbs.
A strong trunk ratted with holes,
whistles,
calling me to its beautiful body.
I lay my body down
weak
tired
forgotten
under its coverless shelter.
My body becomes weathered,
a part of this masterpiece
which carries my memories.
Memories that will never be forgotten,
yet
I drift away,
slowly becoming just that,
a memory,
not to be remembered
but forgotten.