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Someone I Know (Pint-Sized Poem #43)
What if one day I come here?
This store I visit often, and I see someone that I know.
Their smiles frozen within that moment.
Their face posted on the board.
Of missing children and missing strangers.
If one day, I was to see someone that I know.
Or is "knew" the correct word I should use?
Would their memory haunt me, follow me around like a ghost?
Because I knew them, as a child, a teen or a young adult?
Or will it just roll off my back, another fallen soul.
Lost within the chaos of our monsterous and broken world.
This store I visit often, and I see someone that I know.
Their smiles frozen within that moment.
Their face posted on the board.
Of missing children and missing strangers.
If one day, I was to see someone that I know.
Or is "knew" the correct word I should use?
Would their memory haunt me, follow me around like a ghost?
Because I knew them, as a child, a teen or a young adult?
Or will it just roll off my back, another fallen soul.
Lost within the chaos of our monsterous and broken world.
Published 25th Nov 2014
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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25th Nov 2014 6:45pm
It really is disturbing how much callousness remains as those pictures keep appearing. Fine job, Paige.
25th Nov 2014 7:59pm
Thank your for your comment. The poem was inspired while I was staring at the board of missing persons at this store I go to alot and I thought that one of the people looked familiar to me but then I was mistakened and it got me to thinking: What would it felt like if I ever did see someone I knew and learned that they had gone missing?
It really disturbed me and I needed to write about it.
- Paige Rider
It really disturbed me and I needed to write about it.
- Paige Rider
