Just A Whisper

As I watched them cry about my passing, I had thought that there was no pain like knowing loved ones pined for you. As time went on I learned to see that as untrue. The only thing worse, more painful than them not forgetting you and not moving on was the pain of them forgetting you and moving on. There was no middle ground. No way for me to be truly happy. That was until I was seen and I was no longer a memory to forget or a pain to be eased. Until I was no longer just a whisper.