Preserving My Pain for Others

I found an old letter tucked in a book,

From college, addressed to me…

I did not recall the sender,

Or what they ever meant to me.

It expressed how important I was;

They would always remember me.

Ironically, I had no memory of them…

I was so smart back then, clever and free.

I am sad some people loved me,

Yet I don’t know they even exist…

Sadder are the people who never knew,

I loved them and couldn’t resist.

What good are all these memories,

When we are days away from the grave?

I guess it’s my motivation tonight,

To peruse the files and clicking “Save”.