Somewhere, possibly in one of her contests, Line Gauthier used the term "complicity of togetherness. Wherever I saw it, I jotted it down as inspitration for a poem I knew I could write

Juliet and I sat together on our first significant interaction, and talked for about 6 hours solid, on 20/5/79.

15,396 days later on 4/1/2023, she died instantaneously when her heart stopped. We were waiting for an ambulance.

The image was taken at our daughter's funeral; in 1995. If you aren't complicit in togetherness at such a moment, when can you be?