of the lines we draw with our words.

In this intersection time and space is infinite
“It’s alright,” you always say
but the smile is too much a pain
One, another, lines are drawn
zigzagging in this dimensionless plane

It’ll be much easier if we could keep to ourselves
so this boundary will not be broken

Why, you keep asking
It is in this intersection we traded laugh,
exchanging words, shedding tears
We move to our own paths
Only memory a forgotten sanctuary

“It’s alright,” we tell lies.
“Please don’t worry.”

Faraway I count the bell
where we end, only time will tell

I keep looking at
the intersecting lines

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