That's what they are,

What they have been,

What they will be

For years to come,

Eternity to come.


He is lost.

She is lost.

The house by the lake

Rests empty now.

Empty mornings in that house,

Empty mourning.

They are lost,

Have been lost.

And the tears I could not cry

Have fallen now.

Fallen to fill

That quiet lake

Where the empty house

Of empty mornings and mourning

Rests in peace.

But now,

Now that the tears are gone,

Now, as I write this,

I am lost.

And I wonder now,

Have I always been this way?

Thinking of it,

For as long as I can remember,

I have always been


The End

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