For The Lost!

This kinda got wrote similar to a poem... but it's in prose... I might turn it into a poem, someday, but right now it's just a little chunk of prose... poetic prose, though. IDK if you could go so far as to call it poetry, but... meh. :P Anyway, here

I've passed you in this hall every day for the past four years, but I never really noticed, never really absorbed what you meant. You were seventeen when you were taken; what was your life like before? Was it anything like mine, was it the polar opposite? Did you feel some of the same things I'm feeling now?

You just disappeared one day, you had no true, final "exit". You've been taken from the fabric of life and you left a hole, somewhere, that can never be mended, never be patched over, because no one can be completely sure that there is a hole...

You can never age, never grow old. You remain forever seventeen in the eyes of the world. I know that, empirically, you will age, did... age, but not in the eyes of those who cared about you, not to those who truly mattered to you. I wonder, too, if I knew anyone who knew you, if I knew you, through some random passing years ago.

I wonder what happened to you, four years ago, and what's happened to you since. I realize, though, that at some level, I don't want to know. For now, you remain seventeen, and happily alive, somewhere. I don't know where you are, but I can hope you are happy, somehow. I know, rationally, that to know what happened, to learn the truth, would kill the last vestige of you there is anymore, should you have met your fate.

I've passed this poster everyday, but now I see that I passed a person, as well.

For the Lost!
For the Missing Yet To Be Found, and For Those Found In Death!
(until The last one comes home)