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.