Missing

The moonlight dances off the streams of runoff

flowing down the road like a river.

A girl in a yellow hat laughs.

The sound echoes throughout the road.

The moment is beautiful.

Something is missing.

  

A box of pictures in the attic,

they smell like dust.

All the long-lost friends immortalized

in faded colors with happy faces.

The box is heavy with memories.

Something is missing.

  

The night is warmer in his arms.

I can feel his heart beating.

Dreams evade my toss and turn,

remind me I'm alive.

I synchronize our breathing.

Something is missing.

  

Alone again.

Darkness pressing down and around

the hollow throbbing another night.

I hold my breath so I won't cave in.

I pray.

Something is missing.

  

Beauty of the morning once more.

Exhaustion makes it only brighter.

No rain this day.

Blue skies predicted.

Fake a smile.

Something is missing.