Missing people still here.
Once integral parts of you,
Now disconnected. Apart.
Wholly separate.
You see them.
Hear evidence of their lives.
Busy. Productive.
Full of laughter. Friendships.
Witness struggle.
But isolated. Beyond reach.
The reasons vary.
Expected. Necessary.
Sudden. Misunderstood. Reeling.
Slow, steady decline, until suddenly,
It simply is not.
Life, ever in forward motion,
Cares little for what is left behind.
But our hearts?
Forward motion is more difficult.
Leaps and lurches.
Falls and setbacks.
What can be redeemed?
What must be left?
What new is coming?
Life, ever in forward motion,
Does indeed promise new things.
Yet we are often left
Missing people still here.
