Michael Fischer - After Life

Soon after the smokescreen clears,
the memories held of us...
our voices, our traits, our faces...
will fade with the setting sun;
Until our existence is reduced...
to merely a thought!

But soon after that's forgotten,
it'll be as if we never existed;
That is...if we ever did!

Michael Fischer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-life-5/