I drew the lines, the perfectly measured squares
Then I planted my feet firmly inside them.
The squares were permanent, wherever I went
They made sure that I never crossed the line.
I tiptoed from square to square,
Careful not to step on a line.
My life was a set of perfectly orderly blocks,
Something I could navigate easily, even in death.
Then I met you, and the squares couldn’t hold me
In the pauses between your words and the interludes between your smile,
I found my own laughter, and felt what it was to be lost again.