Let The Leftovers Be

In a world where silence reigns, A mystery leaves its stains, Vanished in a blink of time, Leaving whispers, half-formed rhyme. Mapleton, a town bereaved, Hearts and minds, they all are grieved, Two percent, a fleeting light, Gone, yet not lost to sight. Kevin Garvey, haunted, torn, Leads the lost in grey sweatpants Grappling with his inner fight, Seeking truth in endless night. Laurie silent, Jill so cold, Family ties are thin, yet hold, Meg is drawn to strange embrace, Cults that promise unseen grace. Nora mourns her stolen kin, Aching from the loss within, She pretends that she can cope, finds a fragment of lost hope. In the shadows, faith and fear, Wrestle with what disappeared, What’s the meaning, what’s the cost, Of those we loved, and now are lost? Questions hang in thickened air, Answers seem beyond repair, Yet in this fractured, splintered scene We try to let the mystery be. A tale begins, of what remains, In the void of sudden pains, “Leftovers” speaks to those who yearn, For a world that might return.