The Horses Running

Maybe you will show my pictures to a boy who said he loved me when we were young,
and has become used to remembering me.
Maybe you will show my pictures to my grandparents, let them know I loved to have fun,
had friends that cared,
a world for them to share.
Maybe you will put my picture in a frame, a face your new friends can't name
they will wonder why I never come to your parties.
Maybe you will talk quietly to me, all the things you never said
kept safe with the dead
and I will be there for you.
Maybe you will ignore my picture, let it become a wall-hanging in a house you spend most of your time away from
and I will gather dust in your kitchen
and I will gather dust in my 2D world.