Last seen 5/26/2014
Hard to say when I was last seen in whole. Before Labor Day, 1994 I'd guess. I had a good childhood, a proper upbringing, enough religion to make me good, enough good family to make me secure. I'm not bad but I am missing. I'm a missing person. I look West and see mountains, north and see pine trees, south the Gulf and East, well the Massachusetts shore, or the Shenandoah Valley if I look southwest. I see almost every major interstate system. I catch glimpses of people, places, old buildings, gas stations in the middle of the night, living rooms, rooftops, and barrooms, lots of barrooms. But when I look up, or back, or inwards, I see all the people forgotten, lost, dead or missing. They're still here. I feel them, hear them, wonder what they're doing or what they would be doing. People told me things would get easier after a sudden loss. The pain is just as sharp, I've just developed some way to ignore it, not feel it, focus on other things. It sneaks up on me at the most random times like a brick to the skull and I have to fight back tears. I've been stolen from, by life, and I can't replace the faces after they're gone.
