Each moment of
not knowing you
teaches the death of hope,
beginning of acceptance.
It burns away
the call of maybe
and tomorrow,
more securely
nailing me in now.
A lesson full of pain-
but sorely needed.
The heartbeat gone
will never throb again,
the next may never come.
The silken cat
beneath my hand
may scratch.
I may grow old,
or swiftly die.
I do not know.
Not knowing is the
deep reality of life.
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