Will I see you again
anytime this side of the earth
if the frugal cosmos recycles
instead of dispatches
souls to some other place
or, worse yet, disposes them?
Because I walk with
the unknown, alongside
the memories of those
I do not see
and while I know that they have ceased to be
they can not,
have not,
stopped being with me.
And what is left of them
and what is left of me,
seem quantumly entangled,
and for the life of me,
I wonder about the life of you
having gone out to
the unknown.
