conversations kill
with the opening and closing
of so many doors
you see him and you don’t
like a houdini or apparition
like a mouse that got away
or one out of a thousand
helium balloons
sometimes he hangs out
for hours on end
whether you like it or not
time passing by with nary a word
you say it’s getting late
or hey I’ve got to get to work
but feel free to stick around
and by all means help yourself
mi casa es tu casa
by the time I get back
he’s nowhere to be found
no note and nothing taken
just a strange feeling
that sooner or later I’ll want him back
maybe after a beer or two
august two thousand nineteen
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Thank you for saying so. It’s a pleasure having you here.
You have tapped into something magic.