The vanishing act

You were here,

a phantom in the moonlight.

The music stops, and you’re gone,

a familiar unsung melody.

I play the same song, over and over,

loop to loop, end to end,

just so you’ll stay.

Life’s cinema, paused, muted,

stuck within its reels

for those moments that you’re here.

Holding on to chimaera

so you don’t disappear.

But you vanish like a dream

almost like a phantom limb

and your smoke rings linger awhile.