The Lost One

The time passes slowly.
Each minute a single grain in the hourglass of life.
How long has he been there?
Missing, lost, alone.

No-one had noticed that he wasn't there,
No-one noticed the silences where he used to laugh.
The silence is deafening.
Is anybody there?

A footstep comes near.
Is anyone going to find him?
Help him?
Love him?
A helping hand reaches towards him,
He'll never be alone again.