just in case
after fifty years
every thought is attenuated or
augmented by your presence
every neurological entanglement
in real and conceptualised time
seems to be as permanent as existence
itself a conceptual construct where
your presence is as perfunctory a
lattice over an unimaginable chasm
where one’s unique oneness is straddled
perhaps itself being as unimaginable
as pre-birth is unpredictable as
after death is entangled with an
imagined bereavement
that dulls the knife
that stays sheathed
between us
this agreed entanglement
remains undisturbed as
all these years have remained
uncounted and unrecorded
just in case it
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