To Whom

I used to be the one who listened and Never let my feelings show, Now I can't stop talking and for what reason, I do not know. With every word I write some things begin to make sense, With every memory found put back into its sequence. I used to be the one who listened and I'd be filled with all their memories, Once I became too full I'd release the awful energies. With every word, they spoke they felt better and let things go. With every memory lost left them with room to regrow. I used to be the one who listened and never let down my guard, Trying to trust was just too damn hard. With every word I write could be my last, Time to stop wasting time, it goes by way too fast. With every moment I still listen not knowing when I'll be through Hoping I left a good impression on even just a few. I hope they remember the one who listened never asked for anything in return, not until today... to whom this may concern... I remember each and every one of you no matter how brief or long, Everyone I've met in life the impression left was strong. So, that is all I ask for something not many value, is just to be remembered So, I'll live on through you.