A Sad Post & Preemptive Apologies

I worry that one day I will forget my friends and loved ones. I realized, working late one night, listening to music shared by those closest to me, that my better parts have been strewn about the country. I worry that in time I will forget these people and the things that bind us. I worry that against the persistent blare of new experiences and people, I too will be forgotten. There is a certain beauty to all of this; and yet, its realization brought to me a pain and dissatisfaction that settled in a place which for the larger part of my youth I had thought not to exist.