Loser

my memories frolic, just forward of my fingers, on the edge of oblivion.
i desperatly cling to them. each moment captured a small victory, a smile
but just as quickly they dart away

the world does not remember my daily actions,
my stolen glances, my quiet conversations under a willow, my fleeting friendships
my cliche existence
this is fair: there are many people, many more influential, active, Important
the world holds no obligation to me
as much as i might want it to.

so here we are
a war wages on
a war that i will lose
i wave a white flag, sobbing,
"can't you leave me with just a few tattered remnants, things for me to hold on to?"

time marches on.
i must make new memories
to replace my fallen soldiers
to buttress my sanity