FADED

My life is a book
I write with just pencil
And as it goes on
The pages slowly fill

The mistakes are erased away
But they leave behind traces
Every experience is accounted for
Including the names and faces

But some just leave so fast
That I can't record them in my book
It's like they disappeared
After just one tiny look

And so I half describe them
Half imagine them in my head
Wondering why they disappeared
And if it was something that I said

But then I realized,
It was the pencil in my hand
They wanted to be washed away
Like writings in the sand

They faded away like time
They evaporated like water from the sea
Maybe they don't play a part in my book
It just isn't meant to be

And so these invisible beings
They leave the memories in your head
The ones you usually think about
When your laying in your bed

And soon they cease to exist
But what more can I say
That they meant to be like that
They meant to fade away