Do you remember what it felt like?
With all the time that's passed,
lyrics stuck in your head,
you can't quite recall the tune.

The heartbeat of memory
grown weary with age,
but you still hear the faint whisper
of your language once fluent.

Shadows slowly shroud your history
abstracting the warm embrace,
obscuring a distant reality,
no longer yours to live.

A narrative without protagonist,
how far removed you've become
as the pages go on turning,
have you forgotten how to remember?