Don't Forget Me

It’s been two weeks, no sign of her or anything leading to her. It’s like everything about her just disappeared in these last two weeks, no one even knows who I’m talking about anymore, they all think I’m going insane. Bat shit crazy as my granny used to say it. I know I’m not crazy and I know she’s out there somewhere. She has to be. She wouldn’t just leave me all alone when she has my- our kid on the way. She wasn’t that type of person.

I put up missing posters yesterday with her picture printed on them in color because I’m not a cheap bastard, I want anyone who sees her to know the color of her skin, to the color of the roots in her hair. I need to find her, I don’t know how much longer I could live without her. I want her back... God, do I ever want her to come home.