Missing - poem
You never know what you have until you consider for hours what life might be like without it. I can’t quite shake the feeling of unease and yet I feel like life is a beautiful blue lately just because I escaped my worst nightmare unscathed.
Missing
There is no poster
No crowd gathered to search
You are still safe in the frame on my desk
But now you are also
the lump in my throat
I am gaining no oxygenMy heart has lurched
I keep looking and looking left
Some things just not right
Where are you?Will you come home alone?
Are you all by yourself?
That ringing in my head
Why is it?
Please…
Why not the phone?
I am your motherI didn’t bail
The proofs in the stretch marks
The one’s I earned
With your father’s help
The silence is a thunderA storm I endure
Where did you go?
“He’ll come home”
He sounds confident
But I can’t be so sure
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