He’s missing again
NO calls
NO text
Only emptiness
Hangs in the void
He’s been MIA
Since he was a little boy
Days turned to nights
And nights turned to days
Weeks at a time combined into months
Months turned into years
Sometimes, I would look for him
In the highways and byways
Of cities to big for me to search alone
Leaving the comfort of my bed
To bring my long lost sibling back home
Even after all these years…
I’ll still look for you
Walking through mud, hiding behind staircases
Checking bus stops that never end,
Newspaper articles and old friends
And when looking is not enough…
I cling to the only safety I know
I’ll pray for your safe return
Holding a Bible with torn pages in shaking hands
Hoping for a miracle in no man’s land
Knowing in my fluttering heart that I’ll see you again
Love always, Esha
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