Looking Behind

While trailing behind a few memories, I came up with a little poem…

An old picture from August 2018. Looking behind… She’s Lily or Rhodyn

Looking Behind

Days pass, months pass, years pass,

Slowly like a bud we grow,

Thousands of memories

Left behind,

Like footprints dug in snow.

Once, when we look behind,

The trail hovers by a mist—

Slowly forgetting like a hazy fog

We wonder… did they truly exist?