October 14, 2015

Missing


I look for you
every day in the mirror,
but you're not there.
Sometimes I think
you're missing,
even when
you're still around.
I shouldn't
be surprised
you cannot be found.
No one thinks
you've left
for good, or that
you won't turn up,
somehow, somewhere,
I only see,
you're not here,
that you'll never
come back again,
wonder if
I'd even know you,
now.