This is a poem (originally a Two-shot) about a story idea I had, while listening to sad piano music and spoken poetry.
Imagine: It is winter and the team is on their way to rescue Spencer who had been taken by an Unsub.
They rode the car in silence
Their faces etched in stone
No tear falling, yet
Praying for their own
A moment of unmoving
In sight a lonely shad
The search in desperate hurry
Tension keeps all fed
No hint of him whose taken
A frustrated cry in vain
The trail of red to follow
No words shared
Frozen in the moment
Lays he who has been found
His lips a soundless laughter
Empty eyes to bound
Stars hold on in longing gaze
past recalled, his former grace
Time stands still
When they all fall
The soul lost yesterday
shall meet again tomorrow