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Sep 01, 2009
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TRESPASSING INTO EMPTY SPACE
She had made up her mind,
to be alone,
to cut herself off
from all perfunctory contacts.
He, too, was widdershins,
unwinding the sensations
of disintegration and anti-life.
Neither of them could stand
each other,
let alone the thought - the treason
of growing old
together.
She was crabby
and he was ornery.
He was stooped
and she was brittle
clasping at each other
with rants and rasps
no longer willing or able
to copulate
to pull off their masks
and expose
their fragile disgust for
each other.
But to honor
that inner contempt
and acknowledge
that Time had had
his way
with one
and the other,
a little more
with one
than the other,
and yet it evened out -
one way or the other.
They were old.
They knew
their Time
had past
and that this
was now the remains.
The covert
denial of
infinite sadness
at this empty space
of saying
"goodbye".
BjR September 2, '09
— Bonitaj, Sep 01, 2009
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