I've been running half
The night, never finding
Her here. I saw the
Evidence of past hours
And now she's missing.
They say this is normal
For this stage of things.
I don't believe what
They say. I've heard and
Seen too much. They've
Been wrong at every
Turn. I can't accept
This turning a page
In our album, seeing her
Thirty-one looking eighteen,
Her skin shining as she dived
Into a pool and when I took
Her sailing that first time
She smiled her delight.
A flock of pigeons took
To flight as I ran by.
