I'Ll Even Practice Opening The Door Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How can I better trick a practicing magician?
I think of it but those thoughts quit.
Whenever you threaten to leave and disappear,
I'm not trying to take notes to recreate your act.
I stay devoted like a child,
Who anticipates in waiting...
For a stated promise to be delivered.
And that is made very clear.

Hoping for the moment you will actually do what you say!
And praying for that time to come,
When you've perfected what will be done.
With the taking of those steps long rehearsed.
And you are ready for a display,
That finally arrives to satisfy my thirst.
Like nothing else you ever can convey.

And don't think I will blink.
I want to be there to witness,
With applause that focuses on every detail...
Of you going away to gift as my benefit.

But I do admit of losing patience.
Since you can't seem to make this trick of yours,
Stick like you say to stay that way.
Comeon just do it!
All what's needed is for you to go through it!
Do it please. Just do it!

And I want to ask if you need my assistance...
But something inside me stops my lips.
With a wish when you do this,
It will be silent and quick.

'What did you say? '

~Nothing! Nothing at all.
I'm in total agreement with what it is you decide to do.
I'll even practice opening the door,
And locking it behind you too! ~

'What did you say? '
~Oh...
Nothing.
Nothing at all.~