Memories

Memories. Walking ghosts. Living in the moment and walking through the chill. Sitting down to eat and suddenly, suddenly being accosted by the old friend, long gone, now sitting beside you. The people you are with fade as faces grow stronger, your memory erases the moment you live in and you fall into the past as the laughter grows stronger in your ears. You blink and they live in space no longer, a loud noise and your friends have gone - Whispers are all that remain.