The vanishing act
A subtle method of disappearing until you decide to return.
Dinner is completed the dishes are washed
The house has been cleaned, and the laundry is done
The time has come for you to drift away
Into the setting evening sun
Leave the keys under the mat
After locking every door
Turn off the cell phone locator
It won't be needed anymore
Walk straight ahead
With a smile on your face
Knowing there will be no sign of you
Not even a small trace
A half mile away
Is your Uber ride
You get in and wave goodbye
To the countryside
Exit the vehicle, five miles away
Then walk a mile to the east
Where no one will think to look for you
Not for a long while, at least
Blend in with the community
Of those without homes
Who sleep on the hillsides
And daily must roam
Gather your thoughts
And clear your head
Nothing to fear
Not a thing to dread
Take all the time you need
Until you decide it's time to go back
This is your ticket out
Your vanishing act
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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