Him

It takes me by surprise
when my companion (a confidant man)
pales into insignificance.

Perhaps invisibility is an illness.
Contagious? And he's caught it.

He doesn't seem to notice
his voice growing fainter.
He's babbling on but I can't hear him.

He's fading fast.
I wonder what people will say about him
once he's gone?

I wonder what dark secrets might be uncovered?
Hopefully none.
I wouldn't like to see his reputation in tatters.

Oh, look. He's left a drink. A full pint.
I may as well drink it. Sip by sip.
Glug by glug. Slurp by slurp.

I drink and drink until,
like him,
it disappears. Cheers.

Invisible Woman

Imaginary Man