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 to be found,

your car, something.

Nothing but nothing.

Still today.

Your parents old before their time,

waiting. a community questioning how and why and where?

Still.

Nothing

Nowhere

How? Even your car. Vanished.