then his tears came
Humanity would once again fail,
leaving behind a somber trail,
a silence was broken by an anguished wail,
the detective walked over
to a set of dining room shelves,
and picked up a framed picture
of two young girls,
with the cutest short curls,
wearing pink bows and lace,
each with an angelic face,
carefully posed before a blue backdrop,
missing without a trace,
as their reality would just pop,
toothy, a say cheese type of smile,
soon to be a cold case file,
and what filled the air, was fear,
as their father slumped
into a dining room chair,
his cries were barely audible,
but they hurt just the same,
the detective replaced the picture frame,
bowed his head in some type of shame,
then his tears came.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio