together
but apart
we walked
a solid line
stroked towards
each other.
independent
we followed
paths designed
to meet
somewhere
in the middle.
the broken lines
you follow
to me
i follow
to you
i think.
my scars
have drawn
a map
to your heart
as yet unfinished.
you stop me
from drawing more
if only
because
we already
know the way.






