The haze of time is kind,
Warping painful memories,
And dulling the hurt.

But I will still remember,
No matter how
Much time passes,
No matter how long I live.

Even when I am
In my grave, my
Spirit will continue to
Remember the hurt
Of that day, long ago.

The mists of time
May cloud others'
Memories, but not
Mine. I will
Continue to mourn.
I will ne'er forget.