Suddenly

There is a thing that we do
To get on with our days, we do.
We hope.
Though we don’t know
That we hope.

On the other side of that slope,

Will I see you tomorrow
At this time?
And if not, what will I find?

Phone calls unanswered,

Letters returned –
I did not know enough to learn
The name of your mother,
Or some friend or other,
To ask where you had gone.