13 years ago today I came home from work to find my wife and my daughter Lee gone. Lee had turned 6 just two days before. A few weeks later I found my wife had accused me of molesting Lee, and it was nearly a year before a judge dismissed her complaints with prejudice. My job performance suffered, and when I was fired my wife moved to Florida and then disappeared, with my daughter. Until last year, 9 years later, I didn’t know if they were alive or dead. Lee’s OK. I still haven’t seen her.
Why Should Today Be Different?
No one answers the ring.
Doesn’t mean a thing.
Sometimes they’re at the store.
Why imagine more?
Why this catch in the throat
When they’ve left a note?
“I’m sorry.” On the phone
A stutter dialtone.
Just a message. Just
The earth moving. It always does.
7:01:39 PM 
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