Just know you're not forgotten,
By those who love you most.
Who will never stop believing,
That you're more than just a ghost.

You linger in our Late night thoughts,
As we pick apart the clues,
We're reading all the articles,
We're keeping up with news

Some of you, got up to leave
And simply ran away,
But more of you were hunted down,
Like helpless human prey.

Gone but not forgotten,
In our pages, groups, and shows,
Your names forever linger
In our neediness to know,

To those of you who ran away,
I hope you found a home,
And I prey one day you're brave enough,
To make your presence known.

To those of you who were taken,
And have sadly passed away,
I hope you find some justice
Though facts and D.N.A

To those of you locked in attics,
Or somewhere down below,
Your fate is not yet written,
You might yet feel the snow.

And to those who are buried too deep
For rescue teams and hounds,
My heart, it bleeds the most for you.
When it seems you won't be found.

This ode, is to the missing.
To the prisoners in their cage,
To the victims and the vanquished,
And those who've been enslaved,
To the ones who have been traded,
Like bling, for bucks and booze,
Or passed around like poker chips,
By secret clubs and crews.

You live forever in the minds,
Of those of us who take the time,
To learn your name, your face, your smile,
You're more than just a cold case file.

Dedicated to all those are are lost, missed, but not forgotten.
© James Moynihan