for those I have loved and lost.

for those of you whom I have loved,
who have crossed over Jordan ahead of me,
what remains of you here,
is little more then a dried stick in a box.
but you have all of the answers now,
and I envy you for that.

for those who have left me alone,
to live in strange rooms,
with strange people, who say that they are my friends.
God knows where you are,
and that's enough.