As We Grow Old

Each day the sun rises
and surely it falls.
Each night the moon rises
and each night it falls.

Each day we grow apart
not in miles or in meters,
but drift further apart
in terms of our friendship

Each day you forget a little more;
Forget about the moments we've shared,
the laughs we've had, the hurt we've felt,
and one day you'll forget entirely.

Each day until that day
I will fight to remember,
but I too will grow old
and inescapably forget

One day when I am reading this
wrinkled, aged, and tired,
I won't remember you or us,
and this poem I won't conceive.