I can still hear their voices in my head.
That athlete. His basketball calls.
That beautician. His thoughts on my hair.
That old folk. His morning greetings.
That woman. Her laughs at my jokes.
That easygoing man. His birthday chants.
Now they're gone.
But I hear them.
I still do.
Now they're memories.
I cannot afford to lose.
I will not to forget.