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
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