Dogs were sent out
Flyers were displayed.
But there was no sign of your return.
All I had was the repeat of the setting sun
Reminding me that another night alone was beginning.
All I had left was the dusty crime scene
Of the bedroom we once called ours.
And so I went to all your favorite places
Wondering into stores and cafes
To see if the person holding you captive
had released you yet.
And now,
The sorrows I feel are being forgotten.
The public that had once comforted me
has lost interest in my story.
There are others going missing each day passing
and finding them holds more promise
than my missing persons report ever held.
