We are together in a galaxy called Loss.
Because I know nothing other than time and place
and where to go to speak with you,
I invented one for you.
No light, no atmosphere needed
to be who you once were.
Since there's no fooling grief,
and remembering is also what I do,
forcing thought to etch you into sight,
there is no time, no nothing—
just spaces collapsed into immortality.
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