The Death of the Lost Boys.

The Death of the Lost Boys

I know that I have lost something, but what?

Say, could it be that things long since discarded

could count as loss when taken from our lot?

Expected loss will find a heart unguarded.

Of gentle men that I so loved in childhood,

but somewhere in the flood of years were lost,

is born a pang that’s hardly understood.

I mean to say that something bereft

is strange to cause such sadness when it leaves.

I forfeited my chance to show you love;

my chance to remedy this my heart grieves.

But loss of you has left me this resolve:

That I will hold your names now, close and sore,

and hold the living closer all the more.