A scorching summer’s sun
sinking
making way for
pale pink ribbons
flailing
disappearing
into inky bluish black –
We stood here once
your back not turned –
Do you remember
who I am?
Did that memory
fade
or does a trace –
at least –
remain?
A faint ribbon
dancing
vaguely through your brain –
doomed
to fade.
I feel myself fade –
I dissolve
swirling into the pink
vapour
that vanishes
with the sun
as the world
forgets
my existence.