Lindsay, lost

Where once three lamps
lit up the night
with bright intelligence
and thoughtful hearts,
now two remain,
the third snuffed out;
and those who linger still
will carry light,
now dimmed
but richer still for having known
a presence and awareness
that lives on.
For those now left behind
-- who lost a child, a friend,
a love,
or struggle still for life --
and for the one
who bears responsibility,
hearts pause in silent tribute
to those paths forever changed
in a single crossing.


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