Missing In Action

I wasted years on you
Waiting and hoping,
Believing and trusting,
Long after I should have given up on you.
I still don't know what happened.
You lost your way.
I lost you.

I spent years in the prison
Of wondering why,
While I considered myself
Part of a missing whole,
Part of a puzzle I could not solve.

I should have cut the thread sooner,
Learned to start over,
Taken myself aside
And tried to accept it.
Only, I didn't know what "It" was.

You had gone missing before,
No contact at all for months.
It was part of the job.
No communication.
How long was long enough?

It has to be enough, now.
I was thirty-five then,
Full of hope and expectation.
Fifteen years can do that,
Help me accept
You are not missing in action,
You're lost.