Magic Act

The only type of magic act
I'm good at is
Disappearing.

Just take my hand as we walk through
The snow, and watch
Me vanish before your eyes,
Pale blending to white.

Just take my hand as we walk through
A crowded place,
And watch me become lost,
Eyes dragging to the right.

Just take my hand as we walk through
Heaven's clouds, and
Watch me tumble into the mist,
Dress becoming blindingly bright.

The only type of magic act
I'm good at is
Leaving you.

All because you let go of me.