Gone Missing, Again by J. K. Durick

When they found her shoes, the professionals knew the outcome,
the search had become a recovery, but for the rest of us, amateurs,
those who know so little about the missing, the disappearance of
a person known for her regular habits, who left a party late, alone
without her phone, the family and acquaintances searching, imagine
finding her okay, even after a day, after two days, picture her coming
down the road, smiling, joking about the misunderstanding she caused,
meant to call, meant to check in, but with the holiday and all that means,
she was caught up in that; even the police spokesman mentioned on TV
that there was some drinking at the party and were vague on her departure,
but they knew what the outcome would be early on, so when they found
her body in the bay, not far from where she was last seen, they mentioned
further investigation, something vague, something final; these things aren’t
new, happen, it seems, a few times a year around here, they disappear
become part of a statistic, part of folklore, the mythology of the place we
live in, the hold we have on life – we walk away, all alone, without a phone.

j-k-durick
J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Social Justice Poetry, Tuck Magazine, Stanzaic Stylings, Synchronized Chaos, and Haikuniverse.
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