A wall.
A black wall.
A black granite wall.

As this image comes into focus,
You notice a
Stone path
Beneath your feet.

There is a staring
Wall of darkness,
Unblinking.

You see names.
You have never met these people,
So they should not matter to you,
Right?
But they do matter.
To you.
All of them.

You see the crosses.
Crosses of what is lost.
You find the diamonds,
Of what is found.
And you see both melded into one,
To remind you,
You can always find
What is lost.

As you stand and watch this wall,
You realize you are
Outside.
You are in a
Grassy field.
With this wall.

You start to notice
Raindrops
Pounding on to you.
Each one,
A tear felled.
Felled in fear.
In hope.
In vain.

You reach out your hand.
You feel their names.
You feel the names
And others who felt.

What is lost?