The wind outside was biting
and the group was keeping time.
He was shy about his writing
though his smile was sublime.
That smile held us ransome
but the hour grew too late…
He was cute and handsome sexy
with a touch of something great.
He disappeared at midnight
while the others persevered.
I can’t recall his name;
he’s just the boy who disappeared.
Written by Jason Wright
November 7, 2017