Hector Jackson

The Next Day - Poem by Hector Jackson

I thought that I picked up both of my kids, but here is only Keith.
Where the hell is Wendy?
Was she not in the back of my car as I started the engine?
I need her in my life, now I'm freaking out eventhough it's only been two hours.
I dialed the number to the police. The man on the line told me to wait for the next day to come.
So I sit in my room with a drink and a pumping sound knocking inside my head.
Sleep is so hard when you lost something that you don't usually think that much about.
The next day appeared with a ring ring, the man on the line told me that I had to move on...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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