When I got home
She questioned me
"Where's Sarah? Huh, where's Sarah. Her curfew was 11 pm. She should be home!"
So here I am now,
Alone in a once used to be two but now one person bed.
But I try to keep my mouth muffled by my dirty pillow.
I can't help it.
My other daughter,
"What's wrong?" she asks, climbing onto my chest,"Where is Mommy? I miss her."
My breath feels sucked right out of me
And as I begin to answer,
She asks the question we all have been asking;
"Where is Sarah, Daddy?"
Her puppy eyes make it hard for me to lie,
Yet telling the truth would bring tears to the browned-eyed beauty standing ahead.
And I just can't do that.
Hearing her name,
Brings tears to my eyes.
"I don't know," I say,
Because it is the truth.