Houdini

He pulled the Houdini act.
He escaped in front of my eyes.
His hands were tied
but he just slipped away,
just disappeared and
what could I say?

My eyes weren't ready
He'd always been my steady.
but now he was gone.
He never said to me one word.
He just flew away'like a free flyin' bird.

I wonder if I find him
can I bring him back to me
or will he tell me there's someone else
and I wonder if she
will see him pull the Houdini act
and try to bring him back?

I guess he's just a roamer
and not the one for me.
But I sure do miss him.
But I know he'll always be
Houdini, the escapee
and not the one for me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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