Left Behind

My heart breaks for the left behind,
abandoned to circumstances,
forgotten in the toil of time.

The bird, broken winged,
walking through life,
cautious prey.

The child, never wanted,
a stranger to love, clutching the blanket,
longing for the bosom of warmth.

He who no longer remembers,
tries but finds no path from
dark clouds of confusion.

She who sits in her hallway wheelchair
waiting each long day for someone
who isn’t coming.

Life moves on for some while
for others the clock stops.
Time is an unwelcome companion.
The left behind wait for everything
and nothing in particular.