If I go missing

Don’t come looking
I will have found that tree
to sit under
that shady spot
somewhere warm
to write
while away these latter days
a place with a fire
for those cooler nights
a roof
maybe walls
to keep those
I went missing from, out
a supply of paper, pens
and I could be there a while
I kinda hope you’ll miss me
enough to wonder how I am
but don’t come looking
if I need you, you will know
the world is a two way street

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