illusions: NaPoWriMo #11

i like to remember what we did last summer, the lazy days filled with nothing but you and me.

falling back into silence: escaping, not unscathed.

i've found this time that words are not enough to describe feeling.

we found the old cape and hat inside a treasure chest.

you said you'd show me a magic show, pulling a bunny out of a hat.

i laughed, missing all the signs, as you presented your next trick.

i shouldn't have been surprised when you disappeared.

you were an illusion i wanted to believe in but you passed like mist into a place where the world is soft,  touching nothing but clouds.

i named him after you.