it's only the speed of our longing

that makes the people we leave

seem so far behind us

while up ahead of me

on the thread of my trajectory

I see my next ex-friend

soon to be overtaken

or slipping away from my reach

as I clutch dust

as if the stasis of remorse

holds me an instant

on the curb of this busy way

I and we pass or idle

counting counting counting...

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