Missing Poster

I could vanish for weeks and no one on that block would notice
Not your crew, Not your band, Not your focus
I was the one sweeping floors after the dives spat you out at three
You were the one signing autographs
too busy to look back and see me.

I carried speakers on my spine
blood pounding in my ears like kick skins in a cage
You carried ego in your throat and let the crowd pet your rage
Every idea I bled into your riffs walked out wearing your badge
Every late night fix became part of your story while I clung to the platform’s edge.

You said we were family, Said we were ride or die
Funny how I could disappear and none of you even asked why.
Missing poster stapled on a cracked brick wall
My face staring back at a scene that never made that call
You lost me long before I left
that is the part you will not say
I was gone the first time you brushed my worth away.

I did not leave a note, Did not text, Did not plead
Just packed my riffs, my rage, my need
Took a spray can to your favorite club door and wrote every insult you ever muttered about me under your breath
Full volume now, In bright paint, A tiny, public death.