Two

It is the easiest thing

To go missing.

It takes a second

Of loose footing

In the sinuous stream

Of entwined cogs,

It takes a distracted

Shift of the eye

To discomforting fogs

Of strange faces.

It takes the chasing-after

Of honking blurs in new places.

It takes the shared shock of strangers

In rooms with a tipping ceiling.

It takes the overlooking

Of a single hurt feeling.

It is easy to go missing.

But I will find you,again,

In this conundrum of give-way gears.

I will deafen it’s humdrum

For a familiar whisper in my ears.

It will take you the effort 

To look twice more

And recall my name.

This much I ask of you,

When I find you again.

Say you will, 

And I will whistle a song

To reach your ears

Over the city’s saucepan

And its senseless hissing.

Say you are, because I am.

And it takes two to go missing.