Missing Person [s]
I promised to find you
And return you to your
loved ones this winter.
In the chilly city,
Under vivid lights,
You hide yourself.
Snow is miles high.
Nostalgia is something
That you didn't think
would feel again after life.
"My life ended a long time ago,"
Said the faded you.
But,
According to the graves
And alters that were built
To honor your lost presence,
Instead you say,
"I just wanted to get away for a while."
To them you aren't coming back.
But to me,
You will.
It's a shame to see
The lights glimmer without you,
Said your girlfriend
Who has put up pictures
Of you and her together
Last winter.
I've been wanting to hear
From your number a while now,
Said your mother who
Sits in her rocking chair
Every winter, thinking of you.
Her tears are heavy,
As she imagines her baby
In her arms 30 years ago.
To me, this is precious
The love of a person
To another is always
truthful
Unless one doesn't like
The Truth.
To them that love to
Disappear into
Their minds,
late at night,
I would know where they are.
(Because I've been there before)
So I offered to help,
But got declined
Numerous times
And ended up here
In the middle of somewhere.
In the city,
Under city lights,
Not so vivid anymore,
There is a bench
Next to a neon sign.
I sat,
Knowing it was you
Who sat there a year ago.
In the air,
I felt something,
Smiling.
So I let go,
Like you did.
(Since that might have reenacted what you felt like before.)
I wandered into the night.
Time flows quickly
when you're a'missin (missed by someone),
But, time slows down
When you're someone.
I chose that place,
Like you did
In the summer,
But it is winter.
It might have been different
According to the season,
But I am not someone to judge.
Because after I left,
It's not cold anymore.
Instead, it's dark
But not scary.
It's comfortable
When you're dead.
But I'm not dead, yet.
I look into the dark places
Every dark corner,
Any dark space.
For you,
A life still lives.
If only, a sacrifice.
It's not easy having this job.
Because human-kind is greedy
And keeps life to itself.
Death is nothing unless something.
Like the crying of a child
Who lost its mother
And the mother, far away,
who cries as well
Thinking, "dead".
And for me, I can only watch
Now as I walk through them all
(After death, walking memory lane).
My love for humanity is
So strange yet unfair
So caring yet disgusted
Because I have gone this far
With my life.
I have only done so much
As to study you and copy
Your every move until,
"Pronounced dead".
And I will only disappear into
This death-like place,
Like you did.
I promised that as I held your hands back to safety.
I told you again that I'd risk my life to have you smiling again with your people.
It doesn't matter because my life was useless already, and was also a joy in someone else's life that I found annoyingly emotional
(And bitterly cold, that's for sure).
It was just like the feeling on a rainy day, cold hands that hurt more when touched but warmed.
That feeling of closeness that you all love.
Your life is much more meaningful, to be able to miss and care.
After I saved you,
you loved me,
Called me hero
and gave me
Many things.
My time is up
and I don't want
lingering feelings.
Yet you say,
"Stay."
You can't change that.
I've been waiting for this moment.
Before your very eyes,
I disappear.
I no longer want
vivid lights too bright
The moon's spotlight
Darkness emits night
Useless emotions cry
Returned back into Earth.
All is nothing,
Just gibberish
As I disappear.
