Missing

Missing She’s missing; the police faff around Make up excuses, say that she drowned Can’t find the body and let things slip She had a bottle strapped to her hip. Husband says how loving, oh how kind What’s going on at the back of his mind Gone without trace, vanished in thin air Why search the cupboard under the stair Weeks go by and the media relent The hounds lose the woman’s scent. Very suspicious, her bodies not found A shallow grave under the ground? After a weeks; hubby goes on TV The hawks are watching, psychology Not a tear falls, as much as he tries Everyone and no one, fall for his lies Years later he remarries a girl in Spain And the whole vicious cycle begins again Controls her moves, keeps her near Exiles her family, till she disappears. No body found, tears of killer Deletes her phone, societies pillar. David Cox 17/02/23