February 16th, 1996 stands out as a significant date. Yayuk and I had done damage, in another of our go-for-the-throat imbroglios, with one telling difference; I had kept my cool while she had not. Nor would she ever, I then concluded; hers was a mental arrhythmia that life with me would always keep out of sync. Some people's temperaments simply don't harmonize. Mine and Yayuk's seldom, if ever, did—which I knew all along but refused to admit, until the aforementioned incident. "Irreconcilable dissonances" I diagnosed that fateful day... whose echo triumphed over distance... conquered Time... outflanked even death to reverberate here and now:
        here, where I'd sell my soul for that troublesome woman's company;
        now, when memories conjuring 'us' make worse this lonesome Void.

 

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