二零一七年, 二月, 二十号

2 Pieces of Paper glued together, dried then severed, drifted apart by the wind.

I was one and you the other.

Your fragments are still stuck on me, and mine on you. . .

But where are you?

159,782,400 breaths, until I can finally rest,

Coming full circle for our worlds to mingle,

And there you are….

The piece I’ve ached for.

I see you,

And the concept of time is lost.

All obstacles become minuscule.

And my heart is full again.

That was the moment I’ve longed for.

2 Pieces of Paper, glued back together.

-Chelsea Sik