Gone, consigned to a memory
As swiftly as the watching world moved in
They move on
And there you are, stuck in the rubble
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
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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