Quintessential Thinker
The faces I've known
back in the day
seem to slowly fade.

The faces I've known
back in school
seem to have disappeared.

The faces I've known
in my own past,
people i've loved are no more.

The faces I've known
some of the finest
never cease to exist.

The faces I've known
in my own memories
have dwindled

The faces I've known
from right in front of me
have fallen, wilted like petals from a rose.