I can trace the course of us
in mental images
shuttered from larger landscapes
where we posed
where we reposed
where we found ourselves
referring to ourselves
as we
I met someone today
who wasn't you
who smiled at the world
at the right times
and I wondered if they
if she
belonged somewhere on my wall
somewhere down the line
It's not fair
to think these thoughts reach you
but they were never for you
they were for we
for the composite compositions
an element added
to time-lapsed lifetimes
trying not to blink
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