Where have you gone©

Where have you gone©

By Felina Silver Robinson

Bloody footprints on the floor

In a trail out the front door

Broken glass scattered about

The TV blaring meant to block out your screams

No one know where you’ve gone

Still alive or are you dead

How much time till we know

I grow impatient sitting here waiting

Then I hear footsteps at my back

I feel the hair stand atop my neck

I turn slowly and to my surprise

You stand there grinning asking if I liked your surprise

I don’t know if I should be glad or mad

My heart itself is still shaking