Now that I think about it, I've never written about you
Directly. I've written about you indirectly; you in the
Background of the words, out of focus and blurred
Like an extra in a crowd scene. The cameraman never
Pulls focus on your face, although your presence is
Undeniable
My film goes nowhere without you, even though you
Were cut from the production almost twenty years ago
But you are like some unfocused Shakepearean ghost
Always showing up when you least need a ghost,
But seemingly always at the right time to move the plot
Along
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