Forgotten

Her voice,
now a distant echo.
Built from memories,
and entangled fingers.

Her smell,
now lost to time.
Where anything memorable,
is just a vague hint of what was.

Her smile,
a sound now forgotten.
Lost to the silence,
and the endless march of time.

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