If you weren’t here

I’ve blotted you out
of the pictures,
or tried very hard,
out of curiosity more
than the desire to
have lived alone.

How much more
would we have had
if you weren’t
introduced one day,
expected by
everyone but me?

I didn’t understand
where you came from,
and beyond the science of it
(there’s so much more),
I still don’t.

We are different, but
the same at a myopic glance.
Is it any wonder
we sing the same songs
from separate and distant
playlists?

I’ve blotted you out
of the pictures,
or tried very hard,
but when I have
attempted an elimination,
forged a void,
I, too, have disappeared.

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