poetry

Karen, Come Back Home.

You were seventeen when I first saw you
Was it you, all seems like a dream now –
Karen
Your eyes glittered like the cat eye crystal
Laughing like the wind chimes
So many pictures of you around,
I still find the last one in the room on the first floor
Looking at you, I turn to the door
As if you will walk through the gate and
I’ll watch you through the second window on the left

All the boys in the town
Wanted you as the one Karen
Your face radiated the sun
That evening you were the most exceptional marigold
fresh from the garden

When I was seventeen
You were gone
Gone without a trace
You left no trail, no breadcrumbs
No number to call, no email
I have been looking for you
For eleven years now Karen
I looked for you everywhere
On Facebook, on grams, I asked your friends
but they don’t know either

I wonder if we ever meet, would that make you happy
Or you’d walk right through me
Your photo frame now rests along with other junkets and trinkets
Li’l souvenirs and little jewelry pieces
In the dusty corner of my childhood house
Where have you been, where are you going,

Are you hitched now
Are you still a dream.
On some mornings, I wait for the call
Saying you’d be home in the evening
And I say to myself
‘It’s time now, come back home Karen.’

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