Boaz Zippor reading Boaz Zippor...
the poem "Missing"

MISSING

As I was sitting for
My morning meal today
I noticed
On the milk carton
A photo of your soul

I am so sorry
I didn't know
I thought we had
More time
I spent my
Days in rhyme
I should have shouted
Loud instead
And now
You're lost
Inside your head
With a
Soul that's missing
Presumed dead.

As I was sitting for
My morning meal today
I sighed

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