By Helena Yeung, Literary Editor
I take a breath and take a step.
And another, and another.
I walk a mile, straight through time.
I go slower, I go faster.
I take my pen and draw a line,
And another, and another.
My life is straight with crossing lines,
I draw faster, I go steadier.
He holds his breath,
and dives in deep.
He swims in lines,
gracefully.
I watch her smile,
glance nervously.
She runs in lines,
cautiously.
Our paths all crossed in memories.
She ran to him, he swam to me.
Our destination’s a mystery.
I sketched our lines,
I sketched our time.
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