Mal Foster - Going Missing

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

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