
Fifty ways to leave your lover? Sure
And, if it’s anyone else, there's fifty more.
Yet there is but one way to seal the deal,
Leave for good, make it real.
Slip out the back, Jack?
No, I don’t think so.
They’ll all know you’re still there,
Somewhere out back.
So there’s clearly a crack in that plan, Stan.
You gotta go much further than that.
So, buddy, how far are you prepared to go,
To remove your existence from this life of woe?
Beside yourself, who will miss you when you go?
There must be one clear way to let them know
That you were never here,
That you have disappeared,
Your very existence
Clear of this bitter vale of tears.
So let me show you what you need to do.
Depart quietly, without so much ado.
Slide into nothing, no drama, no fuss.
Just slip off this mortal coil,
Don't shuffle,
Don't ruffle any feathers.
Just go in a way that nobody will know
What happened to you.
You are just not here anymore.
You never were.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.



Comments (5)
I wish I can just go off grid like this. It would be so blissful. Loved your poem!
Ha! It’s like in Hans Christian Anderson take when the father went to buy matches and never came back. Great poem, Raymond!
A well-wrought vanishing poem! Where did it go?
A poem that will make one think are we making the right choices in our various relationships. Good work.
Makes you wonder, can anyone ever truly vanish?