Lost Poem by Tessa Eichhorst

As you stand in front of us talking we
realize we are the ones losing.

Losing all trust built up between these
decades of lies. Losing the image of
the one we love; continue to love in this
trist of lies.

Unrepairable is the relationship once
shared, parent to child, sibling to sibling,
and yes, even that of a friend.

We've lost the image we used to have
of you; up to this point everything is a lie.
No longer is there the respect once given
for you. No longer is there a subtle hello.
For you know you've lost us and that is what
you're ashamed of most.

You too are lost but have yet to realize this
trend. You forget all that we've done for you
and that we were the first friend. If you choose
to snap your mind out of the winding path you're
in, just remember who were there for you when
your world would always collapse in.

Dear sister, here is my plea, those who are
lost can be found, and maybe one day you
can return to thee.