lines. some forgotten
(her parting words
shouted before
storming
out
the door).
or a favorite
movie quote
which still cracks
me up (“if
i can change,
then you
can change”).
so many lines
connect
and bisect our lives
one into the next
dependent
upon time and place
(the context
always key),
like a ribbon of pavement
snaking through
the desert
or ten foot high
cinder-block
wall.
sitting here wrapped
in night i feel
the braided cord
running from you
through me
and woven
into a past older
than time
itself
(or so it seems).
and i remember
the gleam in your eyes
just before
you left,
when all my carefully
crafted lines
faltered and fell
at my feet
(reduced to rust
and ashes).
my heart bleeds
for a world where lines
no longer matter,
where nothing
can divide
one from his or her
chosen other
because some set
of arbitrarily held
values
never met.
and now these lines
unwind
into their end.
(i hope
it was time
well spent).
