Unknown

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.