The Absence of Evidence of Absence

It’s early days for quantum time flips
Or maybe it’s terribly late.
The arrow splitting the photons

Splices them seen the other way.
Time’s startled arrow meets itself
Setting out upon its return.

But isn’t there something missing,
Some absence between the return
And the setting forth when they meet?

Static words feel like we’re flying
Backwards all the time, and what if
We are? When entropy gets high,

The universe will have reversed
To when the first verse was rehearsed.