you disappear through a glass door

still working on it... trying to find something i'm happy enough with to submit to lit mag. primarily, i just like "shifty, elusive" (and, of course, the first three lines...)

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you disappear through a glass door
sliding neatly between one reality and the next
gone from my view

(i have your sweater,
your diary,
and the taste of your lip-gloss
still held in the palm of my hand

somehow, this doesn’t seem enough
to find the sum of all your parts--
that shifty, elusive creature
that smiles, & scowls, & ultimately
is unreachable)

i watch your car
slide backwards over the glitter of the parking lot
and feel the pieces of you
slip between my fingers like water