four men

four boys,
four men. four of them.
neatly
tied to your own
life, now
gone. just the memory
of who they were
to you remains, how could
you know otherwise.
it's all you have to go
on.
you feel the space
where they once stood,
hear the silence
of their voices.
you can see them,
no need name their
names. they know.
you know. your world
without them
can't be the same.