I will not sleep tonight

Instead I keep a vigil

Waiting for him to come home

Waiting to tear up the missing persons report 

My son has gone missing 


Taking only his wetsuit, his backpack 

No phone, no ID, no food, no cash

I filed the police report

Then I folded his laundry

Watched ‘Community’ without him

I waited for him to come home

And so I wait still

My heart is here

It lays in pieces in all those places where he should be

Come home. 

We can fold the laundry together.

We will laugh at Troy & Abed

We can promise to never go missing

We will put the pieces back together 

Come home. 

I miss you. 

I love you.

Tonight I keep a mother’s vigil

Light a candle for us

Send him home if you see him

And tell him you love him too.

About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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1 Response to Missing

  1. Nancy Vilhauer says:

    Oh Debra.

    Beautiful poem.

    Horrific subject.

    This all makes me very sad.



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