She is always 
Vanishing 
Leaving nothing 
but a ghostly image 
burnt across the retinas 
of my imagination 
She disappears 
until she again returns 
If only as a thought, a wish 
a longing, a promise 
For again, 
she has vanished, 
has gone, 
and again, 
I am without                
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