Vanishing Trick


Into thin air
his perfume flees in whorls
I cannot contain. His vague dampness
stiffens the sheets.
I hound the nooks
he scented. The pillow's
dented, the bedding flung
around an absent form. The cheat
retreat, the sucker
punch of an angel
face fading, fading,
gone.

1989 John Goss