Prose – For All The Lost


– For All The Lost –

I colour in between the moments,
thoughts woven through time
like a grand tapestry,
that which tells the history
of what we were
when fortune was more kind.

As the threads grow short,
we start to mark the loss
of our loved ones
more than we are able
to treasure the days of their lives.

For all the lost we mourn,
and for those of us left behind.