we decide, not them

some people you miss.
the good
of them. the love in them.
the beauty
of who they are.
while others fade
into the past,
no longer a part
of your life,
they've become
a pebble in your shoe,
a thorn in
your side, an illusion
of who you thought
they were.
we pick and choose
our memories.
we pick who stays with
us,
for the rest of
our earthly lives.
we decide,
not them.