leaves crunch under my feet
eyes search for purchase in the dark, but pause at a nearby sound
stepping closer, I lean in to hear
and one by one the voices become so clear

who? the owl asks
Mable Rose, I reply
where? the wind whispers
I'm not sure, I sigh
why? The crickets chirp
I'm lost,
what? the locusts sing
I'm lost
what? The trees repeat
I'm lost

I'm lost
I've lost my mind
I've lost my heart
I've lost it all

a hoarse cry fills up the quiet night
and it rings out
silencing them all
until even then my voice, is lost

who? the owl asks once more
and I don't have an answer
for I do not remember who
but one thing I know for sure is
I am lost

or am I?