A Lost Memory

On an old bike trail,

Where they once walked,

I follow their steps,

To retrace their path.

A memory that haunts me,

Like a rhythm without balance,

It's a need to know what happened,

What took me away from them.

As I reach the end of the road,

A bitter smile adorns me,

I kneel before their headstones,

And hope to the Lord they're free.