It’s not something
where you laugh about it later,
or even saw it coming
you know
with ‘hindsight’ an’ all that.
You should not have known
and could not have known,
surely. Surely not.

I am in the midst of this
a swirl of danger –
of smoke and mist –
sighs and tells
that do not show.
How the hell could I know,
how the hell could you?


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