The Chase

It was the absence of the magic

That showed me that magic doesn’t exist

It was an illusion composed of smoke and mirrors

Performed by my psyche

It was the absence of your words

That sounded so sharp

They were the axe that cut me down

At the base of my roots

It was the tilt of your head

That introduced me to vibrancy

It was the way it turned

That reverted my mind to black and white

It was a hesitant run

That reciprocated my chase

It was playful yet afraid

But I don’t think I needed anything more

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