whoosis

[ hoo-zis ]  
noun
an object or person whose name is not known or cannot be recalled.

Whoosis is like whodunit, and yet it’s a oohs is. He is and she is. And more importantly, who is. Whoosis is that which escapes us. Houdini, a flash of a sparkler, backlighting the smoke. Was she ever even there? A trap door. The floor hatch to a chamber of three. The heart, it’s beat, Boxing to k.o. You don’t remember, that night the stars aligned in that room, I knew for sure of magic. Not a stunt; magic in the dream state. The here and there, breathing in the now to a time long past. I could never let that go and never will let that go. I store it in a chamber, a silky satiny fabric where string cinches its neck. Not too tight, lightly. So lightly if inverted it might fall out. And then I’d lose it, we’d lose it, and who would we be without? I’d doubt true love. I’d doubt young love, I’d doubt the unicorn’s scraping hooves at my entry. Will you be there? Or are you a whoosis, a never was is, and I always was is, all alone?

Love, me