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.