missing

i see my face,
a picture on the side of a milk
carton.

that grin, that happy go
lucky look.

missing for years.
the date
when last seen is there.

i pick up the box and hold
it closer.

i'm right here.
i see a phone number below
the photo

so i call and tell them i'm
fine now.

she's gone.
all is well, i have my identity
back.

and they say, okay,
we'll mark you down as healthy
and intact

again. congratulations.
remember always,

to stay no contact, or you'll
be gone again.