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Another timeline

In another timeline,
I flew home to be at the deathbed.
I brought good, cheap wine
And macarons along.
In another timeline,
Begun at the juncture
Of here and there
I never left Pennsylvania
So I never came back.
There's this other world
In which we never tried
And failed to start a family
So we never had to redefine
And disintegrate what we are.
But there are no other routes
I could have followed
To arrive in this bed
In this dim light
Next to this unexpected body.
In another timeline,
I'm wishing I had this.


Elder Argument The Elder

We're all mates here, and yes since we're here by virtue of.
        But I'm not your mate, which is a bit like saying well we can't be friends then,
and so the kerbside validation is upturned like a nose, like a thumb,
       like a saw wave, but maybe not as precise as its oscillations,
no control over that child's voice, and no I can't clink glasses that hard,
       don't want our libations mixed, should our ideas too.