The Right Words

Sitting in the dark,
cavernous Goldendale
junior high auditorium
at five years old,
watching the magician’s
scantily-clad assistant
appear and reappear
at the magician’s will,
I knew
I wanted to be
a magician
long before I grew up.

At twenty five,
confident I’d finally
the most powerful
incantation of all,
I stood stunned
as I watched
love disappear,

my heart
silently repeating
the words “I love you,”
again and again.

Slow learner that I am,
at midnight I still sit
here in the half dark
pushing words
around the page,
the right words
will make the pain
will actually make,
love reappear,
again and again.

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