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8. Options

Someone told me you were here
where I took refuge,
spent writing;
a five-minute ride.
That's when I began to think
you seem to become
everywhere now
even here
where I folded myself
into two
like I was paper;
a display for others to see
just like the way you loved
origami.
So I weighed the options
of how to meet you
perhaps I'll start with a greeting,
a timid smile,
or a conversation
that could become another poem.

But I shook my head
I could get into jail
with these thoughts
for you just seem to be everywhere
even here.
So I folded myself
once again
into two
and another two
I will become paper again
the way you loved origami.
A display for everyone to see,
my haunting reality.