Lost

The sun has set ten thousand times,
since that dark and dreadful day,
when my world came burning down,
and your soul was torn away.

My mind will often lead me back,
to the boys we used to be,
and a single query haunts my heart.
Would you be here with me?

This life has been a winding road,
with times both good and bad.
Whether marked by triumph or defeat,
I often ponder what we might have had.

So as I walk this path through life,
and face my world wide-eyed,
I ask of you this one last favor,
let your spirit take my side.