alone.
we enter.
regardless accommodation of companion during the hyphen between,
the dates that serve as bookends to our existence inclusive to us –
ours,
alone.
what purpose then,
the becoming?
castles made of colored sand still suffer denigration by the tide.
and what of this game of charades –
companion?
for all the effort involved in allowing –
no guarantee of dividend paid –
much less ample return on investment.
irrelevant the assemblage at the mourning of our was.
alone.
we exit.
standing too close to the edge 