Fade

I rode through it,

With a hope that someday,

I will tell you all about it.

I rode through it,

Picturing how you will realize,

reconcile and recognize me.

I rode through it,

Ignoring the hurt,

while facing my scars in the making.

I rode through it,

Believing someday I will finally arrive,

And you will be around.

But now with time, Is it forgetfulness or reckoning?

The memories of my Journey is starting to fade..

what if I forget all that I needed to tell you?

What if I forget where you reside?