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