If I was to run away
Right now, off down a highway
Somewhere
My family be looking
Wondering where I had gone
But they wouldn’t miss me
“Have you seen me?”
They’d find an old, dusty picture
And nail it to a bench at a bus stop
People would stop and stare
“Such a shame,” they would say
But they wouldn’t miss me
Like I wasn’t even there
They would all move on
They might even make jokes
“It was a burden having her around, anyway.”
And they’d laugh a hollow laugh
And they still wouldn’t miss me
Maybe they’d investigate
And they’d find out I was in love
And maybe they’d find his name
Hidden among lines of prose
In a journal
Or written someplace
And they’d call him
But I don’t think he would miss me very much
Eventually my friends would know
And they’d all cry and be so scared
But they’d have each other—
Unless my disappearance tore them apart
And they would replace me
With some poser
And I guess they’d forget...
