Now You See Her
His apartment is dark when he gets home. He stands at the door till his eyes adjust, just leaning up against the door, staring into emptiness.
That's all it is. Emptiness.
How quickly it all goes. Like a quarter in a kid's ear, a dove under the flick of a black cape. Maybe a trick of the eye. He never was sure what he was seeing when Robin was in front of him. He almost chuckles over this as he shuffles his way into the apartment, hands feeling out for the edge of the couch, finally reaching the kitchen and pouring a glass of scotch in the dim neon light of the stove clock. Robin the illusion.
Nora, Nora was a challenge, but Robin was impossible. She was rough, like the alcohol sliding down his throat. Sweet and painful as the taste. She made him feel just as dizzy, or just as right. And in the morning, completely wrong again. The trick he never mastered.
Now ya see her. Now ya don't.