Of all the little things that seem to matter,
and petty squabbles that divide our time
in episodes of silence between chatter
and spaces marking off what’s left behind,
the biggest part of what remains unspoken
is that which each of us holds to as true
and clings to, though now useless, bent and broken:
the line that separates the “me” from “you”.
Beyond what is revealed in quick perusal
or idle conversations we employ
to mask our indecision and refusal
to pause and find together each small joy,
there is a place where we will always meet;
and in that moment, make the world complete.
09 MAR 2004
