many years ago, there was a

world without you, without me.

it will be that way again someday,

a world without you, without me.

life will roll over seamlessly and

cover our traces.

no one will know.

our secrets will be forever buried,

our names but a handful of letters,

our accomplishments forgotten,

our guilt insignificant.

it renders this moment inconsequential.

by Cher Bibler