Words

Memories I have created,

will slowly start to dissipate

as they fade away, from 

my mind and into the past.

Soon, I will grow old,

and I won't even remember

my own name, or the lines

which makes its home

in the palms of my hands,

or the creases which have

nestled on my face.

Faces I once recognized,

will blur as time wisps by,

destroying me of my youth,

as I fight to hang on, to 

the only constant in

my life: Words.