Alone

That's me over there. Cold. Alone. I wasn't always this way. There was a time when I had family, friends, a life. There was a time when all was well in my world. My memory is beginning to fade now. I don't know how long I have until I am nothing more than an empty shell. I can remember Christmas morning when I was six and unwrapping a new red Schwin with 10 speeds. But I don't remember who got it for me. I can remember having children, but not their names. It's what I have forgotten that terrifies me.