My phone rings, a familiar number, a voice I've not heard in a while.
I have bad news.
I listen. My stomach falls, my breath slows, my fists clench. My heart sinks.
Don't kick hope to the curb, is all I can come up with in response.
When we finish talking, I am empty, alone in my car, my entire everything upside down from the news. I am in shock. I turn on the radio and for the first time, hear this song.
You're Missing, Bruce Springsteen
Shirts in the closet,
shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen,
baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Coffee cups on the counter,
jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep,
but you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Pictures on the nightstand,
TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing, when I close my eyes
You're missing, when I see the sun rise
You're missing
Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls
I got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing
God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops
3 comments:
you always leave me wondering.
Song goes to show ya, when things change, they remain the same.
Hope all will be well.
I can think of two people you've mentioned who might likely be missing. I hope whoever it is will stay safe and get in touch with you soon. Not knowing is such a difficult thing.
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