There was always me loving you
no past, no future,
no space
no memory,
~we did not need memory to identify one another~
No memory but things which were happening.
Need and needlessness were not fractured.
Neither were space and time split from each other
nor they stretched and elongated
to patch the imperfect world.
We never exceeded from the thing that weren’t absolute
Though we were complete.
indeed
no matter how incomplete.
