'I have to finish this thought, the one about depth'
She said, as an anchor of words formed her last breath
Instead of pushing the chair closer to her words
She pulled the table closer to the lap of hers
She squinted as she composed a life work for them
Juxtaposition her only friend and then, him
And I was unnerved because he was somewhere else
Some body borrowing my attention and self
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