One day,
The man woke up to a dark,
Silent, and empty house.
Besides the old, dusty, brown
Chairs and sofa,
And alone with some old rusty
Appliances, nothing else
Could be seen there.
He looked and looked.
They weren't anywhere.
His wife and three children
Were no longer here.
It was only him-
ALONE.
One would surely think
That it would have mattered,
Even just a little bit, to him,
That his family had just
Suddenly had enough
And so they disappeared,
Completely, from his life.
But!  He still spent all of his time
At a job he only hated.
He still spent any of his spare time
That he had on the newest
Phone.
He still spent most of his
Waking hours in the latest car,
Driving, driving, driving
Well, everywhere!
For, he never stayed home
With his family,
That at one time, had loved
Him and did many, many things
For him, things that he always
Took for granted.
Why, some would even say
That he really didn't miss them
At all!  For, throughout the years,
Not a day during spring, summer,
Or fall did either the mother
Nor the children ever enter
His mind.
And, if any of them ever did,
Well then....
Nevermind!
He had other important
Things to do you know,
Other than think about them,
Four forgotten and misplaced
Objects that he only would use
And toss aside, day after day,
March, April, and May.
Remember!
He had to work.
He just didn't ever have any time,
Not even an hour, to spare,
Even if he did care!
He had plenty of time to spare,
However, to be on his phone,
Day after day,
Night after night.......
And, then suddenly, just like that,
All of the three children
Had all grown.
And just how he had missed it all
Shall remain, just like a mystery,
Unknown.

He's just too busy!