Gone Missing

If I go missing,
Don't go looking.

You can return the library books
I borrowed under your name. And I
Know I left a basketful of dirty clothes:
You can just dump them somewhere.
Eat the snacks that have not expired.
Sorry for the mess in your bed: I slept in it
Again last night, though you probably won't
Care anymore. Recycle the loose papers, if
You don't mind. Not that it matters to you,
But I still think you look good when you smile:
You still do despite your shape and weight;
You still do though you annoy me all the time;
You still do when you look like you care;
You still do when you laughed openly—
Be it with me, or at me. Oh, right, you can
Sell, or give away, whatever things I left if 
Anyone wants them—which I doubt, actually.
Or just leave them be if it is too much of
A hassle to you. Hey, I know I've troubled
You a lot. But, please, if you are to do just
One thing for me, please, I ask of you, just 
Do me this one last favor:

Don't go looking
When I go missing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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