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Many months ahead.

Come Again

She said,

and he, understanding as the blank

page does accept a word or two,

came again with reserved memory

broken lip skin and folded notes

of thoughts never shared.

Caringlessly or something along

those lines, the shade or shadow

or both.

He stood in the doorway of a

bending bathroom, a flexing frame

gateway to another world, when outside

so involved in ties not concretely created...

Couldn't see them if we tried, and won't.