Disappearance

Poetry Thursday is doing that thing again where you use another poet's line for inspiration. This one is from Chickadee Chatter: "The house, empty."

The house, empty. The curtains drawn.
Sidewalks, scribbled with bright chalk
echo emptiness. Toys on the lawn
rust in the rain, resigned. There’s talk
around town. What happened. Where
did the family go. Out for a walk,
to the store, on vacation. Gossips share
nothing, they have nothing. No one knows
anything. Everyone says it’s not fair.
Someone turns off the leaking hose.
Someone calls the cops. Someone gets
out a weed-eater and mows.
The house, empty. The windows wet.
We don’t know what happened yet.