The Lost Ones - Poem by victoria driver
The snow is falling heavily, and yet you are lost.
I have looked miles and miles, and yet you are lost.
We have tried to find you, and yet you are lost.
I have stayed up all night, and yet you are lost.
I have slept in your bed, and yet you are lost.
I have rung your mobile, and yet you are lost.
No-one can find you. We have searched for hours and hours,
yet we cannot find you.
Or am I the one who is lost?
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