by Veronica Young

Down the creek we waded, in the heat of the summer.
The sun forced itself upon us, water carelessly flowed below.
Your laugh echoed in the trees, not a care in the world.
How quickly the wicked water took you captive.
A once happy song now a cry for help,
A cry I could not silence.
Further down you went,
And just like that,
You were gone.

I am reminded every minute of every day of your existence,
She stares back at me with those same sparkling eyes.
The same booming laugh, not a care in the world.
She wants me to take her to where it all began,
The start of the never-ending nightmare.
To the creek we silently walked,
She looked up at me,
And just like that,
I lost it.

Category: Poetry