It’s like we never met
The way our lives
Dissect away and apart
Lines moving obliquely
Perhaps parallel
But never crashing fitfully
Together

Words are masks
Worn and taken off
By the edges of night
Cheerful offerings
To indifference
While the heart froths
Seething

I could find, read
The carefully placed
Collections of your life
An unnatural truth begging
In the barren face
Of our public
Solitude

Instead I gather
The crumbling fragments
Of memories shaped
Into rolling mounds
Pleasurable agony
And wonder if I ever knew
You.

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