paper folded over itself into a
japanese fan or an accordian
flattened with a hole
punctured through the center of the pleats
i peek through and see a phantom--
my former self just inches away from where i stand now
i can reach out and touch her, stroke her hair and tell her
it won't be ok but you'll make do anyways--
but i don't. i just stare a few moments longer
and unfold the piece of paper understanding
the concept of time just a little bit more.
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