When ready
you pretend to die
you close down your life
get rid of the plastic
pack your bag
wander off to catch a train.
You tell no-one
but leave a clue
with the 'Missing Persons Bureau'
You have to do this
because you know deep down
you will always want
a friend to find you.
Mal Foster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-missing/
