I never saw you in your completeness
In your wholeness;
Only bits and pieces of selection
Mostly one at a time.
Life throbbed there
In the hub of passion-
And, of course, the blackout was chosen.
What was there in the margin
Did it really matter
When a self out of two evolved
Thoroughly conjoined?
Did it matter that you too forgot
As I did
And lived
In the eye of the storm?
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