The Forgotten

 

 

The Forgotten

Tin cans
Litter the site,
The remains of a small fire,
A tarp tied between trees.
There is a grocery bag
With a shirt,
Some socks,
A lighter.
But no one has been here
For awhile,
No fresh prints, cold ashes.
We stumble across this place,
Wonder about the person
Who had stayed here,
And where they might have gone.
It could be anyone,
Suddenly homeless,
Or on the road for awhile.
Why would they leave
Their belongings behind?
We scout around a bit,
But find nothing.
Should we notify
Local authorities
That someone may be
Missing?
And I think about
How many people
Disappear
With no one to notice
Or report their loss.
They say it happens
All they time,
But it’s hard to accept
That it does,
Lost souls
With no one trying
To find them.

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