Missing, or just dead&;#063;

Stood in the decorated doorway
(if only i would have known then)
she looked beautiful
but sad.

Holding my hand tightly
promising to be back within minutes
(weird that she should 'promise').

Mummys always come back
from the shops
don't they?

Belly empty
I waited anxiously
but you never came home.

I cried with bloodshot eyes
then called the police
the way you had taught me to.

Crying I mumbled address and
that I loved you
a knock on the door and they were here.

The search for you went on and on
you had gone
I had no one else but me.

I remember falling to the floor
didn't want to exist anymore
why didn't you take me with you?

The children's home
was cold and my bed was made
I don't know how I stayed.