Whispers from the Past

I hear whispers, barely audible.
Swirling about my mind.
Past feelings, past emotions.
People and places held so dear.

Their voices seem to smile at me from the shadows.

I see their faces
I remember their pains,
Our shared sorrows,
Our shared victories.

I call out their names, singing our histories to the wind.

So few have the will to answer back.
I have left so many by the wayside.
Are they hungry? Are they cold?
Do they need me?

So few remain, so hard to catch and hold.

Like walking steadily away.
Things seen get smaller,
more distant, less distinct.
Why didnt I hold on?

I wonder how much of my life I have forgotten.

The places and faces.
Some are solid.
Others vanish like smoke.
Gone, like rose petals in a spring storm.