Time, Memory, and Words

Oh, the way we forget.

The lives we leave behind each day live on,

A word said, a word taken.

The voice gone, the sound of consonants and vowels are strung upon the wind.

And yet the word remains.

How much did we say, and how much was heard

And so much has been wasted, taken by the wind

Time, memory, and words.
Nesha Usmani

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