A Finished Letter to the Forgotten.

Unsent letters,
Unfinished poems,
Unread books.
It's all foolish;
I can't get you out of my head.

To the unloved one-
you are loved.
To the forgotten one-
you're not forgotten;
I can't get you out of my head.

To the ones that are lost
and dying inside,
awake at night, crying for life-
you're not alone;
I can't get you out of my head.

So I lie awake at night,
and thank God I know I'm loved,
and I can't help but cry
when my soul stirs for those I think of-
those beautiful lost and forgotten.