Lost at sea

It's just an old photograph,
it's blurred and really scratched
but it means more than the world to me.

There's just two people standing there,
smiling in the summer air,
but only one of them's looking at it now.

The other one is lost at sea,
faded from people's memories,
but everyday I think about them, still.

Who knows where this person is,
finding anything's a hit or miss
and I doubt I'll ever see them again.

Six feet under or in Davy Jones' locker,
maybe on an island, completely off their rocker,
not much would change even if I knew the truth.

Answers will not come to me,
about this person lost at sea,
but from my memories they will never fade.

I just just wish that I had seen them off,
been awake before four o'clock,
never have I been late since that day.

And I miss them still.