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Missing girls possessions Parents obsessions Doll, clothes, shoes the parents mull over they’ll never recover She’s being missing two months now still her parents row “I want her back, NOW” Recrimination protestation Desperation DESPAIR Her mum has a frame with a snip of her hair she takes it out and feels it with care Its her treasure nothing else can measure Remembering Her dad has her favourite book he keeps it in a secret nook often compelled to have a look Remembering Every morning they run to the door to meet the postman first name terms now “Dan” “Sorry folks, nothing today” they go inside and pray She’s no longer headline news everybody has their views about which they opine often over a glass of wine The parents separate Can no longer operate Both consumed by guilty memories suspicious of each others queries they no longer gel trapped in private hell They need to mourn but as long as shes still missing there’s hope that’s how they cope I can’t imagine their sadness hanging on verge of madness
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
Missing
Missing girls possessions Parents obsessions Doll, clothes, shoes the parents mull over they’ll never recover She’s being missing two months now still her parents row “I want her back, NOW” Recrimination protestation Desperation DESPAIR Her mum has a frame with a snip of her hair she takes it out and feels it with care Its her treasure nothing else can measure Remembering Her dad has her favourite book he keeps it in a secret nook often compelled to have a look Remembering Every morning they run to the door to meet the postman first name terms now “Dan” “Sorry folks, nothing today” they go inside and pray She’s no longer headline news everybody has their views about which they opine often over a glass of wine The parents separate Can no longer operate Both consumed by guilty memories suspicious of each others queries they no longer gel trapped in private hell They need to mourn but as long as shes still missing there’s hope that’s how they cope I can’t imagine their sadness hanging on verge of madness
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susan-oreilly
F/Irish
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
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