Parlor Tricks

The day you said goodbye,

I never really fully realized how hollow I felt without you,

Until it was too late.

There was no leaving, no going.

No evidence that proved

That being left alone was ever a choice.

It was like a cool magic trick,

You: the beautiful assistant,

Me: the lackluster wardrobe.

And life was the magician, flicking his wrists

To deceive the audience with his glamour.

The quiet promise of wonder.

Then you stepped into my being,

Filling in the corners I never knew I had,

And we existed, just for a moment,

Together as one.

But with the swish of his hands, delicate and cruel,

I opened myself up, like how he wanted me to.

It was then I wondered how it must have felt to you,

Wading in my darkness, bumping into walls I put up eagerly,

Confining you in this limited space because I thought that

That was what it meant to be complete.

The magic words hung in the air, final and stinging

Then you were somewhere else--

Like how he wanted you to.

You were gone

With a flourish and a bow,

With the blinding lights,

With the thunderous applause.

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[...]

Words go very deep. into meaning of relationship and love. Trust and faith. All I see in this beautiful poem.

[M. Nolan]

That was very poetic, and I very much agree with it! Thank you for this comment!

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Yes I really enjoyed your composition of this piem.

[BubbleRaps]

Great metaphor. Magic is all in the details, the little things we don't notice because we're distracted by showmanship. Thanks for sharing.

[M. Nolan]

I'm glad you appreciated it. Thank you for the comment!