Crouched behind the bedroom door
As days go by with no response
Only the stench of decay
Will tell of the hiding place
And even after death
Anyone who was looking
Only looked to ask for something more
There would never be a letter
Of explanation
Not a single sign of validation
For the need to hide, not run
Wasting away while the telephone rings
Crying out "I need" "I need" "I need"...
Nothing ever important
But they'll question later about the silence
The disappearance of a useless name
That ceases to flash upon their screen
Just an afterthought of wonder
About the girl forgotten
Behind the bedroom door
