The Vanishing

Then just like that
you’re lost in space.
I’m left to tend
the human race.

I watch for you
but find no trace.
I know your beauty
but not your face.

Detectives won’t
take up my case.
They say you’re in
your happy place.

I mustn’t whine.
I mustn’t chase.
Dogs don’t belong
in outer space.


Next prompt: motherhood