The Magician
11/2009 

She disappears for days,
weeks, months.

One day we are
holding hands in
the city and the
next day she isn't
picking up my calls.

So it goes.

When I was younger
this type of thing
would drive me
out of my head.

Now it amuses me.

I think I might even enjoy it.
I have a wonderful little spot
reserved for her in the back
of my mind on a shelf
next to my favorite
Paul Simon albums,
which I take out
and play on repeat
from time to time.