House of Houdini

Shaking finger tips,
somewhere the stomach
flies away–it’s happening
again.

Loss, it never gets easy.
It’ll take months for
the swelling in your heart
to go down,

it’ll take canyons
forming for the mind
to stop wandering
back to…

empty ache in your
chest. Because he is
the one who choose this
distance,

pier in the wind who
chased the magic away,
hardened against salt,
deep red waves…

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