Crossing Lines

September 27, 2015

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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