⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀My therp probes, “Why so annoyed?”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of interest, I point, “What she wrote.”
⠀⠀⠀on me, you echo, “You’re on your own.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we leave the way we came, undefined
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀at the limits divided by zero in our mind,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the both of us singularly unknown—
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀devoid, remote, alone.