It's Complicated Poem by Patti Masterman

The people who didn't love you anyway
Never notice you withdrew, died, moved away;
The self-absorbed have no window
To view you through. Friends of your parents,

Friends of friends, once-enemies
Can't remember your name. It's not their fault,
The world's pro ego, and the lesser memories
Have to go.

The world moves fast down wavering lines,
Which only once we tried to align,
And light comes in at a severe angle-
Faces in shadow, causality tangled.

Lives are Sanskrit, actions Morse-
Repeater button's broken,
We have no recourse-
Only moon watches the half that's night;
While we fret in darkness and complain of light.