Forgotten

The only sound that echoes through the night is silence.
The only ones who remained are the dead,
Although we do their cries and their screams for help,
We find ourselves ignoring,
Not trying to remember the past nor the people in it.
We have distanced ourselves.
Not to think of them,
Not wanting to feel the pain,
The sadness,
The hurt.
We can only remember the bad,
Because we have forgotten the good,
Our minds have forgotten,
The joy,
The laughter,
And the love that we have shared.