#NaPoWriMo: Day 15


One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts

The vanished never look back,
or reveal deep secrets

The left behind
conceal regrets,

abandon mysteries,
cover tracks

This is the tragic side
of chasing after magic

Each moment near
is pure delight

But once they’re gone
it’s endless night

You were like that, so vibrant,
then nowhere in sight

Master of illusion,
you callously left us

to weep alone
in your lingering dust

Published by Jennifer Patino