Memories Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

People disappear.

First they are here,
than they disappear.

Sometimes they just
drop and die,
without a word,
not even good bye;
sometimes they feel
the end is near,
shed a tear, hold
someone's hand, and
disappear.

What's left is just
a big void
which you really
cannot avoid
if you ever
held them dear.

They are gone, but
the life goes on
as if it's all
some kind of game,
everything looks
almost the same,
and you go duly
through the days
doing what you have to
or what you please…

…carrying the void
full of memories.