I saw your ghost
this afternoon.
The late afternoon
light caught the sheen
on the back
of your gray suitcoat
and the glint of your cufflink
as you raised your hand
to rest on a railing.

This image of you rose
through a reflection,
indistinct and silent.

I longed for you to turn to me,
but I was dropping
and my small magic failed
and all that was left
in the reflection
was our vanishing.

-Copyright Kay Winter

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2 thoughts on “Magic

  1. Mardy says:

    Another beautiful poem!

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