Missing

For many she is

just one more

newspaper's face

but for them

she is every rustle

every trail

They look for her

in every apartment

in every corner

of streets and squares

Sometimes some haircut

awakens their hope

that it's hers

but every time

an owner of haircut

looks at them confused

Sometimes they

get wind of how

only what is left

of the majority

of missing people

are their bones

but they still believe

that their beloved

with an angel's smile

couldn't die

And they

live forgetting

their lives

and they

look for her

and look for

and look for...