In the end this conversation
will be left unresolved,
some questions will be answered
but I will have little strength
left to remember them all.
Plus, my memories will revel
in exploits from a distant past
or wallow in their dark revelations.
I imagine that you will stand
sturdy as the back of my chair
while I will be a pastiche
of clippings fading on a collage.
Meantime collapse your rigid binding
into my hand in the temperature of life
holding them gently through this hour.
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