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Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday, you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence,
I know—you forgot me long ago!
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

[rest of song omitted]

"Missing" by Evanescence

Like "Hello", this song is presumably about Amy Lee's dead sister, who died when only a few years old or something like that.

Another tribute to the treachery of memory. Dare we trust something that fails us even in remembering events that we owe our lives to?

It's hard for me to even remember the random time my mother while driving absentmindedly got in the right-hand lane rather than the left, which she never did, and she was even saying that she had no idea why she did that when we heard some screeching tires.

Had we been in that left-hand lane, 1+ of us would've been dead or badly injured. Even with slamming on the breaks, the sports car had ended up half over the white line, whereas my mother stops her car behind the white line.

I'd forgotten about that until I started thinking about my tree incident today (which I mention in my post about "Hello".

And you trust that CD-RW of your memory?

-'Dee

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