Horizon

When I drive by
I always scan the horizon
Watching the water tower
As it slowly drifts by
Behind the trees
In the distance
Marking the hard ground
In which you lay
A friend
Who is gone

Often I look to the horizon
Gazing through the sky
Wondering how friends and family
Are doing on these cold days
Remembering the times
We stood side by side
As we put loved ones
Into the ground

Am I selfish
When I cry to the horizon
Demanding the return
Of those taken
Before their time
If so
I’m fine with it
Those taken left holes in my heart
Which can never be filled
As longing to see them again
Lingers

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