I’ll be missed

Why do I walk alone?
In this lonely path.
Why can’t I join them?
They are just walking ahead.

Why this forlorn thought?
No one really cares.
Am I being Ignored?
Will my voice be heard?

A friend stops and turns back.
‘Idiot, why are you so slow?’
Still giving that feeling,
I’ll in some way be missed.

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