Stripped of Being Missed

How many days could I have the honor of being missed before I vanish? She lay with the forty years disappearing behind her, and the world now trapped in recurring memory. She lay deeper and deeper in dreams, lastitude to keep the pain away. Even the dreams have abandoned memory and now reach far away. It's been four years since I saw her dense brown eyes that gave up missing me. I could tell as she woke. My memory is still as strong as my breathing. I can still blow out candles. Her memory started fading as soon as she could no longer sip soft drinks.