MISSING

Indi Varutti

One time I got lost in Dunelm.
Assaulted by unceasing objects and colours.
Falling through a kaleidoscope,
To no one or place.

I still get that feeling.
Every time I strip one face
For another, one me
For the person expected.

Unsure of my reflection.
Each hair meticulous.
Every expression hides meaning.
Falling further, to the abyss.

Yet sometimes I find her
Hidden in nooks of time.
At the table for Christmas dinner,
Waiting at the customer service desk,
Home.