Where did we sit? You
and I, on the edge of it
all? Did we stay? Or stop? Or did we
fall off and into a void? A plot? Or the
sweet, stinging cot of another life? Were you my
husband? Was I your wife? Or your lover, at least? Did your
sun set west while mine rose east? Were we
chosen for here? Or rather, for there? Did we
ever sit together? And if so, where?
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