As each tear dropp slides down
The window pane gently
She stares out onto the street
He promised to be back for her
That was over a year ago
All her letters to him come back
'Return to sender - addressee unknown'
Any attempt to telephone him
Meets with very much the same fate
The service provider promptly replies
'This telephone number does not exist '
All kinds of thoughts cross her mind
Is he dead or has he found another
Woman with whom to share his life
She posts an advertisement and a photo
In the Missing Persons newpaper column
Yet there is no response from any quarter
The police tell her that they are too busy
With more heinous crimes to solve
They see no purpose in getting involved
In what looks too much like a lovers' tiff
She becomes even more paranoid
Appointing a detective to help her find
The love of her life who has disappeared
But this man too draws a blank as she
Cannot provide any details of his family
So his whereabouts she will never know
Until he himself surfaces to tell the tale!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant. I love your opening lines. You have a way with words and imagery. Warm regards, Sandra