Saturday, June 6, 2009

R.I.P. K.S.

There were two who fell that day. One was remembered. The other, forgotten. No one realized his worth. Not even her. She remembered just the one. She forgot the other.

He fell, harder and further, more bruised and wounded.

He slowly retreated into the dark abyss of nothingness, devoid of hope. He passed away from the memories like a distant dream. He was lost. Forever.