Multiplicity

Do you feel I am forsaking you?  It cannot happen.
Not the way of things past.
Change, yes -- why dwell there?  There is never where you imagine.
Look back, and you won't find again
what went before -- what seemed to be.
You live in me.  Now, and it was ever so,
now and then; now and again.

This is new -- this knowing,
this seeing all of us, all the time,
yesterday, today, tomorrow
indistinguishable.
You have so many faces.  All the same to me.
All fresh.  All present and accounted for.

Liar, you say --
you have plans.  You aren't all
on the up and up, here and now.
But have I pretended otherwise?
There's nothing, after all, that you don't see.
In me.

Can we ever be anything but bound together?
Why is it so different -- difficult, this time.
This close proximity.

We are, and shall remain,
of each other.
In who ever's care.