not missing, but hiding

as i sat

and ate my cereal, pouring

milk

over my cheerios,

i saw your picture

on the side

of the milk box.

missing,

it said.

an artist's sketch

of how

you might

appear today.

i wanted to call you,

or them up

and tell them

where you

were.

or ask you,

if it was true that you

no longer

had blonde hair,

but then you might mistake

me for

someone that cared.