Disappearance

How easy it is to fade away.

I think of Adelaide Hermann the

wife of the great magician or the

dancing girl or an assistant.

can it be true there is no magic?

Attack her cut her in half

slice her to pieces

stab her with swords

alas to no avail she

springs forth from the

box each time perfectly

unmarked and wholesome

alive.

How easy it is to fade away.

Words don't come easy there are

Phenomenons of women

who are not apparent only

Lost. This word is much

easier to accept.

Missing You might

Reappear at any moment.

Once lost now found.

True questions hide in the

corner too fearful tearful to

ask. Where is my mother? Hide

Seek peering through fingers every

woman's face could be hers or

grown up into your own.

How easy it is to fade away.

Life imprints lightly over the places I

once stood. My red soled heels have long

gone danced out on me. Flat black crocs

force me to march to ghostly cadences in

long yellow lines painted on the asphalt.

Just a dancer not the main act.

No magic here I am fading away.