The Magician

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.