September 2016 will be three years. You went to a party. Your phone pinged a tower near your home. Then to now. No word. Friends, family, law enforcement, strangers, dogs and divers, planes and pedestrians have searched. When harvest happened that fall, all expected you…

With each decision to stay behind or move ahead or go with or without we slide a little to the left or right each time a different path of sudden realties like getting a massage on the way home instead of going to the party…

When who and how to love is a mystery what to do to be happy is insurrmountable where to go to find purpose is impossible and if any of it matters is how you live. Then Lost is how you live does finding you matter…

the sound poured out the sink, flowed out the washer, dripped off my hands… surely this house would be cleaned

Blue sky’s cast cloudy shadows on the concrete that is your love. My rock.

Reaching, pulling..always pushing myself to go farther, but never getting anywhere. I am climbing this ladder, Continuously all night The moon, so bold, it’s full tonight I cannot Stop! I say to myself But I can’t…Why am I doing this? Is it for glory, this…

I remember the cold dreary day in the begging of December when I was told you were gone. You left us. On your own accord. Just like that. you. were. gone. You left us. On your own accord. Just like that. On your own accord….

An evening full of shower A girl’s coming out The music got slower As she stepped out The lad moved about Trying to sneak a peak The girl stayed hidden No features of her leak A collective gasp sounded As she came in full view…

Her cries go unheard she wails to the night sky, alone and cold Where’s mama? Too small to bear witness Too young to talk left to fend for herself against the elements she wails at the moon no one hears a barren land, she’s left…

She was afraid she wasn’t good enough He was afraid she wasn’t good enough He was afraid he wasn’t good enough She was afraid he wasn’t good enough He is afraid she isn’t good enough He is afraid he isn’t good enough She is afraid…