Names of the forgotten drift through my mind. Memories and old conversations play out in silence. Faces fade into the night, as I try to forget who stands behind their eyes. Tears fall from my eyes and tug at my heart. Grains of sand trickle from the hourglass and I stand helpless; powerless as time’s river washes away the memories of my youth. The painful stains left behind turn to ink. The names of the forgotten and lost become tattooed on the boxes of my memories.