still missing

it's thursday and a cold wind is blowing the snow
distracting my eyes like the news story of the boy
missing these ten long years and how does a teen
walk down the street and take the train to london
town and become one with the thin air it just does
not
make
sense
though the wind is blowing i have a coat and hat
i have a house and a job and people that love and
hug and care for me and he presumably had all
that as well yet he walked away from it all with
his favourite outfit a couple hundred quid and
never
came
back
his family keeps his room his copy of tolkien on
the shelf with locks on doors unchanged thinking
ten years on he might still have that key in his
pocket he might still come home and it's a chilly
february but the mind must and reconcile to
keep
hope
alive
sure there are some of us who secretly dream of
disappearing so the rare person who succeeds
haunts not just his grieving family but a world
that wants to know the rest of the story and
perhaps it may still be a happy ending but i fear
nobody
will
know