many people i know are going to die soon,
the reaper inching closer like a summer's rain.
some have escaped a few times already,
but their reflexes and agility are diminishing.

after they die, more will follow suit,
until those closest to me are stripped away.
one by one i will lose all i've ever known,
until i am left with only myself.

thus, if i am to live alone,
i wish to remember those countless who've died
in a bright, positive light,
even if my memory begins to corrode.

the living become the dead,
and the dead become memories.
memories die with the passing of the living,
the only last link holding the dead to our world.

so while i'm living, and while you are too,
shall we do our best to remember the dead?
it is their only form of existence in the world,
for once thoughts of them are gone, they disappear forever.