Did

The one who lives is
The one who must wait
And hope or at least
Dream it’s not the end,
That the one who left,

The lost spouse or friend,
The true love or kin,
The one who is lost
Will one day walk in.
What’s left is time served

And time left to serve.
The one who lives is
On the white shore, is
By the plate glass, is
At the two-top, is

Just the one who is
Left to wait and think,
This can’t be the end;
It can’t end like this.
But what if it is?

What if this life left
Is not life at all?
What if the one who
Left did not? Then one
Who’s left is the one