a million miles away
do not believe for a moment
that your mind is a fixed object
streaking through the night sky
like a comet
coming & going at its leisure
changing speed
altering its demeanor
constantly recalculating its pathway
do not believe for a moment
I do not notice you
attempting to hide
in a corner pocket
a place you once felt safe
& assumed I’d never find you
neither at this very moment
nor a million years from yesterday
october two thousand twenty-one
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