Who are those that we may not notice as we pass them in the street?
Who are those with heads hung low our gaze they do not meet?

Who are those with broken hearts suffering such great pain?
Who are those with cheeks that are stained from the tears that fall like rain?

Who are those lost like ships in the night searching for a beacon to guide their way?
Who are those whose loving, faithful friend, and companion could no longer stay?

Who are those holding on so tightly to the memories that they keep?
Who are those who wish their friend would visit them when they sleep?

Who are those who so deeply miss the sound of your beautiful voice?
Who are those waiting to be reunited so they can once again rejoice?

Who are those that are so saddened and burdened by their grief?
Who are those who pray for the pain to lessen and bring them some relief?

Who are those who live with guilt wondering if the decision they made was right?
Who are those that look for signs gazing upon the stars that shine brightly in the night?

Who are those who look for faces in the clouds, or listen for voices in the blowing wind?
Who are those who would give anything to have more time with their loyal friend?

Who are those doing all they can to honor the memory of those who have already gone?
Who are those seeking the strength and courage to find a way to somehow carry on?

Who are those who look for you jumping over the rainbows in the sky?
Who are those seeking answers because they do not understand why?

Who are those who listen for you to whisper to them in the rustling of the leaves?
Who are those who watch for you flying with angel wings in the gentle blowing breeze?

Who are those who hope the dawn of each new day will help their hearts to mend?
Who are those of which I speak, are they a stranger, a relative, or perhaps even a friend?

Who are those with hearts so shattered that they will never be whole again?
Who are those with pieces of their hearts that went to heaven with their friend?

Who are those who pray that comfort is just over the hill or around the next bend?
Who are those who hope in time to be able to open up their hearts and to love again?

Who are those people, where are they, you may even ask, are they hard to find?
Those people are me and so many others like me, the ones who are left behind.