He folded news and reading glasses
Tidy and neat
And pretty damn sure
That they had kissed before.
In this universe that shouldn’t exist
He had felt Helena’s lips.
Tired he leaned back
Trying to grasp the math
‘Na,’ he said:
‘Believing we did once met
Is by far the safer bet.’
He closed his eyes
And wished some more
As he had done squared times before.
