Lines

Some lines are indelible

Running deep and rough

Carving out recesses

For love and hurt.

Some messages are never lost

Always floating about

Suspended by lines we drew

Sometime ago

To hold us together.

I suppose we were meant to meet today.

Together talking

Pointing to the past

Taking tallies

Tricking our fears

To tolerate truths.

And I thought I had cut you out

With swift and painful snips

I thought I had digested the pieces

And exhaled them

I even watched them flutter in the air

And scatter to a thousand indiscernible places

But my heart is wide and sticky and fucking clung to them all.