Gone, consigned to a memory

As swiftly as the watching world moved in

They move on

And there you are, stuck in the rubble

Left alone

Wondering what will become of what was

Where will you go?

How will you be?

How did they forget so quickly?

Where is the news crew?

The helpful volunteers

The charities?

Stuck in the desperate memory of those too busy to remember

That memory, is your existence



Lets not forget those who are hit with disaster, the news crews move on so quickly, but the need for help does not.

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