Aches and pains 

Bloodshot screams

Remember losing loved ones

The ache of the burden

We are lost

We will be found

The Montone heart monitor of every beat-

Going silent

The ache of the world 

The ache of the past

The ache of being lost

The ache of the bleak future 

The tombs are being made 

The flowers being placed

The names engraved on the hard, cool, grey stone

Remembering this season their will be an empty seat 

Crying out their names

Wishing they were hear

The glass separating you from them

The mask separating you from them

The lonely place where you feel hopeless 

You will be found

United as a whole

We will find and heal each other 

Hope is near.

Do not fear

We will always be here

Maybe not near but we will always be here