Forgotten 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

A name once spoken in warmth,
now drifts like dust in an empty room.
The walls do not call it back.

Footsteps that once softened the earth
have faded, swallowed by time's quiet mouth.
No echo remains.

Hands that built, that held, that reached-
untouched now, as if never there.
Even the wind does not remember.

Somewhere, a story unwritten
dissolves into the hush of the world,
and nothing turns to look.