Photo finish

I have become a faded photograph.
Placed under the covers of lost emotions.
In a closed book.

Looking into these pages,
I see I'm not the only memory that you have forgotten about.
Each page is filled with sad stories, pushed aside.
Like faded photos hidden away.

Here in this cornucopia of impaired visions  -
We are waiting for you to remember,
Begging for you not to forget.
Only to be isolated in a closed book.

Each day becoming a reality that this book will never be opened.