Their voices

John A. Wilson

I hear their voices

Calling to me from beyond the wall.

They say they miss me.

They’re anxious to see me again.

Lots of friends are here

Whose names you won’t find on the wall.

They’ve joined us lately

The same way that you’re thinking now.

Lots of your old friends

Have just checked out and joined us here.

Almost the whole squad.

The only one we’re missing is you.

I hear their voices

And I long to see them again.

And I ask myself

Will anyone here know I’m gone?