Disappearing Act

The day was full
Of cooking
Of shopping
Of talking
Of drinking
Of eating
Of reading in the sun.
Of thinking.
Of music.

But not of you.
Nowhere to be found,
Not a trace
As if you never existed.
Maybe you didn’t.

It’s been so long now
I think I made you up.
Did I?
Not payin’ it no nevermind.
Long ago
It mattered.

Just a ghost
flying out of the past,
haunting me
and disappearing.

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