A Fading Predecessor

"At night, when you sun is unsure if it is willing to stay in the sky another moment, the moon arrives and the sun hurries away, I wonder about you and yours if you think of me more often than I think of you. No doubt we see each other quite often, but when your not around my thoughts of you vanish into a place of free space. I hear of your kind from the well informed, yet I lack the full side of your story. You are a creator, destructor, and a lier at times but that's who you've become. I hear from you only when my mind wonders to where you lay lost, out of sight, out of mind. Your presence is absent even when your around, you voice is distant even when we're face to face but seemingly, everyone else hears you clearly. Pity flows from my lips as we speak, you are weak but you have forced yourself to carry this burden you call life, which is not lived by you but dictated by those surrounding you. You are happy when others are, a sweet thing to be, but remain sad in your seemingly happy hours. Your heart is visibly burned like cigarettes pressed to skin, you died but were brought back to life by mercy. You are unnoticed by me, just a person I often see, because you do not roam in my thoughts you fade into indefinite room. Who are you, what is your purpose,.. did you ever have one. I pray when the sun is unsure if it is willing to stay in the sky another moment, then moon arrives and the sun hurries away, you will find your purpose and that I will recall you one day in my thoughts."

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