Lost

Young one

Clinging to their guardian

The yelling of the crowd swallows them

Suddenly they’re clinging to strangers

Mom?

Dad?

No.

They’re gone

They’re sweating,

Bodies swarming and pushing into them

But maybe no one is looking for them

They turn around

There they are

But they’ve changed

Wrinkles mark their parents’ skin

And their eyes have dulled