Lamentation for an Idealist

Where has he gone?

I can no longer find him.

Like a mirage, he has faded.

Now I doubt I ever knew him.

I am surrounded by friends and family.

Yet I feel lonely without his company.

My selfish mind struggles to move on.

Where has he gone, that idealist?

Yet in my heart I know.

God keeps some mysteries for himself.

Some thoughts are not to be dispelled.

Some farewells must be endured.

Some things don't make sense.
And life is not patient.

So I can only hope.

Perhaps one day we will meet again.

That starry eyed

Naive

Idealist