We meet in unbroken continuity.
We separate in broken continuity.
The space between them I filled with thoughts and pushed them within into quiet rolls of a lifetime's memory.
He perhaps hardly noticed the space to fill with either.
Meetings across a table dwindled to a moment beside a door.
We were destiny's playthings.
It played its games well.
It knew mere polite exchanges would make the final departure easier.
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