Missing

A Poem by Laura Judith

For Mo

The wind rustles the leaves softly
as I walk along the lonely street.
The sky is empty, save for
the black abyss that was once filled with light.

It was a warm day tuned cold,
the day she ran away.
I remember the warning, and
soon forgot. A week later,
the night sky shone no more,
and every last ray of light disappeared.

It did not hit me until this moment,
how much I would miss her,
    this personal pain that I feel,
but I often wonder the reasons for which people do things;
    personal interest?
    or are they driven by an outside force?

The straight, long, brown hair, now
    dyed,
    cut off at the neck.

You and your innocence stolen away
by a grey figure no one thought to investigate,
and we're only left to wonder
at the action and
wonder at your reasons
and ask if we weren't good enough,
or if there was more we could have done.

And now every day and every night
go by the same,
because you never asked for a friend,
when we should have been there in the first place.

I look up to the streetlight,
the light barely holding still,
as tears fall from my eyes.

There is so much more I should have said,
so much more, but instead
I carried my life while you dragged yours,
and if I could only turn back time...