ASKING

Only this,
The small stuff
That held life together
Is gone

Events and routines
And quiet travails
Charting those other days,
No longer here

A calendar chain
Sensed on my skin —
It was never there
To begin

Where do I go now when
I was never anywhere,
I was never near —

Only this asking.



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