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He’s a disappearing act – 

total, acclaimed, his name 

on everyone’s lips: where’s 

he gone, Mr Vanishing? 

And he and I? we were 

the triumphant duo, 

so inextricably linked, as if 

the two of us might plunge 

into the Thames – for love, 

for always, bound around 

by double chains and indefatigable 

locks. But no, it was just him 

who jumped into the tight-lipped river, 

while I watched and waited 

and waited still. Till someone tells me – 

but this is later, much later – 

that they’ve seen him in a diagonal 

street, in a parallel life, 

shaking water like diamonds 

off his coat, 

small flashy diamonds.