Disappearing Act

They call me.

They’re looking for me.

Are they wondering why I decided to leave.

Or are they thinking should we just replace him.

They’re still trying to reach me so I throw out my chicken.

No more bocking anymore.

I’m gone, I’m not there. So leave me alone.

I would have contacted you if I wanted to be found.

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