New year coming and new posts on the way. For proof of which. . . .
The Vanishing
The lost friend
He came from right over there
You saw him didn’t you
You didn’t see him?
Well I did
And still do
A presence
Not a ghost
A sort of space
That’s blank
But filled with his absence
Explain that will you
no
don’t bother that would ruin
it
whatever
it
is
One whose explanation begs
no
demands
And you wouldn’t understand anyway
Would you
I dont
And accept it
Because he’s vanishing always
But never quite
At least mostly
Some of the time
If you pay attention
Closely
Or ignore it completely
He will catch you unawares
And twist you till you
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