Missing

Tears came rushing from somewhere And blurred my fixed fearful stare Wasn’t a single wrinkle on his bed The shower floor was not at all wet Called all his friends to no avail Dusk on that morning did prevail Police had his picture in local papers Calls from the morgue gave me jitters Then, I was hopeful for his return Every step and creak made me turn After years, I just wish I had a tomb So I could visit the fruit of my womb. Written on 07/26/2016 Contest:'Three Stanzas-Three Only' by Broken Wings Rhyme Scheme: aabb,ccdd,eeff