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Nada
If this silence lengthens
To weeks, months – why, even years
You might not learn it when I die.
If we are never to meet again,
You will never see the lines
That ravage my face.
If we are never to talk again
You will never know
That you were there
Always in my thoughts.
You shrug, says ‘so what?’
‘What if you died –
Everyone does, don’t they?
What if you got old –
Everyone does, don’t they?
What if