The future is the only way we know
What was really happening in the past
Even if much of it is lost to us
Even while it was being lived
And we were caught up in our piece of it
We look back on our brothers and sisters
And wonder how they are looking
Across at us to see what
We will make of them
And if their lives left us
Just enough love to go on
And take us with them
Counting on one another
As if they had ever left
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