This year I’ve lost two friends
Not lost, but misplaced.
Not misplaced, just can’t find.
Gone yet with me always.
This summer I’ve lost two friends.
Not misplaced, but gone.
This year I’ve lost four friends.
Two are gone, but here.
Two have disappeared, yet I
Look for them, everywhere.
It makes me wonder:
What is gone and what is misplaced?
I’ve lost keys, pens, and rings.
Or are they just misplaced?
I’ve misplaced relationships—
Or are they gone? Lost forever.
I still remember the ring I lost,
And I still look for that one key,
As for the pens, they are easily replaced.
But, you. You I will forever miss.