His sense fell from his pocket
rolled away in-between the floorboards.
He did look
But couldn't find.

She's only now discovering
that her own company is lonely
in the light.
Lonelier still when he tries to solve it
Not your problem
not your puzzle.

It is odd she thinks.

He feels real, seems it
This fake lover of mine.
But if she opens her eyes does he disappear?
Just like the real thing?

Sellotape and rubber bands and super glue
and wooden slats nailed across doorways
Hide her from truth

Curious;
She cannot seem to escape this peculiarly tragic trap
she'd set for another
then distractedly stepped into herself.