#18 documents

Stacked files of fading documents,
of passport-needed monuments,
so slow it is taking centuries,
losing all of the inks,

on these very black-and-whites,
letters becoming unfathomable,
decipherable codes,
no such brain can interpret,
not even mine,

handwritings of,
mine, my heirs, my colleagues,
fuzzy,
the only thing that is inflicting,
the worst, unbearable pain is,
I am gradually forgetting you,

even though, I do not want to.