I can’t imagine
Long nights of pain
not knowing what,
or who,
happened to us.
I can’t imagine
Lying awake for hours
Searching for our names
on any website with the option.
I can’t imagine
Proudly telling your friends
that you lost your children
To a psychopath,
Who disappeared into the night,
And having them
Suggest you have more.
I can’t imagine
what you must tell women
Who fall into your graces
So quickly,
To explain away
The ones you left.
I can’t imagine
who you say you are,
Because it just doesn’t register
As something someone could be.
So who are you?
And what did you do,
all those nights
we prayed for rescue?
CaliStray 