John— I hate goodbyes too. Love, Zatanna
by stoop-kid
so you disappear with the night
without much of a goodbye,
let alone an apology,
before I could speak
whatever magic words
it would have took
for your hand to find mine
for another day.
"I ylno reve detnaw ot
evol uoy reverof,
I ylno reve detnaw uoy ot yats,"
I've run out of tricks,
and you've just ran,
so I guess the vanishing act
is the best that we both got.