2210: We will choose

We will choose whom we
marry – but not what they
become [my friend didn’t
respond to my lines] – Our

soured experiences melt –
we merge into one – equal
failings poke us rigid – In a
count of [nearly-matched]

decades we will be seeing
age-soured reflections as
lines – Differences rise up –
[unto liver spot-dot-to-dot-

constellations across skin]
& self-published maps will
fail to guide us – loneliness
again – no lines to our end

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