all my friends

I wonder,

sometimes,

if all my friends are forgetting me.

If someday

I will stop seeing them,

stop hearing their voices,

if one day

they will simply 

disappear

from my life.

They might forget me,

but I will never forget them.

No, I will mourn the loss

of yet another friend,

preceded by

countless others.

I will mourn,

and I will ask myself,

Do they ever think about me?

Do they remember my name?

Do they miss me

the way I miss them?

This poem is about: 
Me

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