You went missing for seven months.
5,040 hours without your voice, strength, smile.
How do you lose someone for 210 days
and find out forty years later?
I plotted it using old Ziggy© Day books and didn't
sleep for a week
wondering where you went - a living ghost,
an unfound phantom haunting me before
death allowed.
Disbelieving, I searched my memory –
found nothing but off-the-air static.
My recall shuffled like a magician’s deck of cards -
everything a blur.
I...