He Kept Disappearing…

He Kept Disappearing Into the Woodwork, Margaret Mair, Original art

He Kept Disappearing Into the Woodwork, Margaret Mair, Original art

Was he ever there?
A mutter of a word,
A wisp of a whisper,
A feel of a look,
A movement caught
In a sideways glance,
A glimpse of a body
In the darkness of corners.
He must exist
Just outside the net
Of my senses.
I turn quickly,
Creep up on corners slowly,
Whisper and call,
All for nothing;
Each time
He disappears
Into the woodwork
As if he
Has never been
Here or there.
 
 
Written by Margaret Mair
Painting, original art by Margaret Mair
 
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