You are the missing person in my life
Were you kidnapped and killed
Buried in some moonlit field
Or simply walk away of your own will
No one seems to know
Yet you often left me clues
Of where you might be found
Usually in the next town
But when I'd get there
You'd have moved on
I can only say I'm following you
Except when I'm distracted
By the silliness of the thought
Of always trying to find you
When you are already here
And have been all along
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