I wonder,
Can you hear me, see me?
Do you even care that what you did tore a hole in the fabric of which was supposed to be your road traveled to the end of this thing called life.

I wonder,
In the silence between clicks, did the slideshow shutter dark or did it flash bright white with snapshots of the goodtime's?
Did you see the ones you considered forgotten about?, or did you assume they had forgotten about you?

Why...