Missing Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

The minutes I have lost since hearing the news.
Tears rolled down when it hit hard.
Speculation, theories and what ifs.
Just clogging up my life,
achieving no good.

The stares and whispers,
careless or otherwise.
After all,
I have been through.
No-one cares for what I feel.
News I have waited for,
still incomplete.

People I know cannot just fade.
My hope for my loved ones will not disappear.
Hugged by strangers, sharing in my belief.
Hoping for those souls, still out there.
Missing.

I Siddiqi 1.4.2014