Missing
We were gone when the others woke
(I don’t remember quite where)
So they searched the house
Pulling out drawers and cabinets
And tearing up the floorboards
Until toothpick splinters shook
Their mighty forks at the ceiling
While they took to the streets,
And when the morning sunlight
Poured like a flood down the stairs,
She looked at me and asked
If I wanted to go back home,
But by then there was nothing
Really left to go back home to.
