Do you remember that guy?
The one that vanished some over the counter Sunday?
He was mostly cheekbones
with Harry Potter frames resting on top
A bedframe a desk and a chair
Completely content with a tin of soup
Literally the only person who ever made me laugh
Freer than a cloud someone forgot to tether.
I remember that guy
The one who’ll ring my doorbell twelve Tuesdays from now
He’ll jump through a window
or maybe just from a postage stamp
Maybe he’ll come on a saddle
floating high above my hometown
But no matter how he returns
I’ll be glad to know he’s still around.