Missing

My soul

Gone for days

Trying to find itself

In constructed images of

Designer bags & shoes

Lost, looking in the wrong places 

For food

Did it drive off the road

Was it kidnapped by thieves

Abducted by aliens

Or did it not love me & fantasized

About running away, so it did

I search book stores, libraries

I search poems, trees

I hunt down words and sentences 

To see if maybe it's hiding among some stranger's thoughts

I search travel photos because maybe it just needed a vacation 

But it's not there

It used to be

Where did it go

Did you take it with you 

When you decided to go

When you decided that you were no longer in the mood to love me?

Do you have it wrapped up

Tangled between your lies & 

Half-ass tries?

Do you have it shuffling around your mind, bringing it out to toy with it when you think of me?

Do you hold it hostage in your tower of meaningless words and cowardly actions?

If so, please set it free...

Missing: a soul that was once carefree 

If you see anything that looks remotely similar 

Contact me

The reward: a happy girl churning out more poetry

© L.A. Fraser