The poem
Where is she, I wondered, when she wasn't there. If she's not here she could be anywhere. She could be anywhere and not alone. I began to imagine the worst. At every imagining I thought I had imagined the worst, then I imagined something even worse. It got to the point where my imaginings no longer included her. I realized that the worst did not encompass her. As my imaginings continued, as worst superseded worst, making the preceding worst only worse, I began to forget her. As worst got worse, I forgot her more. Things were getting pretty bad, and I had almost forgotten her completely, when she reappeared.
Cute word play. Fun reading. So true how our fears are always pertain to more than the immediate concern.
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