a voice inside cries softly
for those souls lost along the way...
each face
each voice
once known and familiar
now distant and faint
calls the inner voice, crying together

how sad it is for those in the present
having left behind a friend, a lover
falling prey to the siren's voice
the wistful song of memory

the choice can be made
the heart opened
the soul explored
the choice to give the present
the keys to the locks
that today can be felt
as poingnantly as yesterday
should the courage be found
to make the choice
to feel today
to live the choice.