Who Remembers the Lost?

Those sad few who were with us only moments before

yet now, are as gone as history past

 

Who remembers the lost?

Those who left because they felt

The absence they’d leave would be noticed by no one

Never knowing how in error they were.

 

Who remembers the lost?

We lower flags and make remembrances

But do these really do them justice?

Did anyone truly know them?

Were they truly as invisible as they thought they were?

 

Who remembers the lost?

Those who chose to leave

Instead of facing life as a conqueror, as a hero?

Are they to blame, or is it something else?

Does anyone truly know?

 

Who remembers the lost?

Those who are here no longer?

We must-If only to recall who they were

We must-If only to keep alive all that they have taught us

We must- in order to let everyone else know, that no matter how dark

the darkness seems, and how hopeless the situation appears

That many love them, and many would rue the day of their loss.

 

Who remembers the lost?

All those who loved them who left.

All those who remember the faces, the smiles,

the warmth they shared.

 

All those who now have an emptiness, nothing can ever fill.

They remember the lost

With every breath, and every thought.