Enough

We exist in the minds of others.

Their memories of us,
Both good and bad,
Are where we live.
For that’s all we are,
And all we’ll ever be.

But as we get older,
Those memories fade
Along with their spirits.
And with each loss,
A little bit of us
Disappears.

My parents are dead.
My grandparents too.
Everyone who ever shared
Their DNA with me
And their version of the truth
Is now gone.

But I’m not alone.
I once had five
Who helped me survive
Now there are three
Who still love me
Unconditionally.

That’s enough.