I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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26 January 2018

"Plenty of Time Later," You Said


Dear, one day
I might die,
and most likely
(we could suppose)
before you do.

Such a thing
need not matter –
need not sound
the faintest bell
inside your mind.

Already you stop
the taking in
of my presence
in the world.
I am erased.

The real erasure,
when it happens,
will be anti-climax.
You are wise,
are you not?

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