forgotten

let me know just what all it was that you forgot; tell me everything you let go. what secrets are only mine? what memories have ceased to be? and what hopes never even were? where does a man who has lost it all go to hide from nothing and embrace even less? how loud does a man have to cry to be lost in his own echo and seen and heard by none? how quiet does a man have to be to lose himself while stealing himself away? a thought that made the important things in life slip seamlessly out to no where consumed everything it felt and parted. no more dreams, and no more happy days. the time for new memories has closed and we all forget where to find the door.