Gone

Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
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Sometimes I lose you

in the middle of a sentence:

soul vacates body

your whole being goes blank.

Staring at a Stepford Wife

I ask:

Are you there? OK?

You only speak when spoken to,

a Stepford Rule.

Where does my warm friend go

in these out-of-body experiences?

I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel

friendly or warm

or of this earth

I suspect you’re kidnapped by aliens

their painful probes touching

places you do not want exposed

Invisibility

the hardest force

to fight, fathom or befriend:

You

Us

Them.

~.~.~

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