Magic Trick

I leave my hand

open

palm up

in the backseat of a taxi.

I place my flannel shirt over my hand,

like last time

in the back seat of your mom's car,

but there is no magic this time

to bring your hand into mine again.

so I leave my hand there.

"just in case"

I tell myself.

If love is a kind of magic, 

I was surely tricked.

 

 

 

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poemagraphic

Wed 13th Nov 2019 19:26

That was Magic Alex!

Po

Off to read more of your stuff mate!

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Kate G

Mon 4th Nov 2019 11:04

Spectacular Alex. Don't we all liked to be tricked sometimes.

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