Line

A sharp line separates me from the past.
A dark line scrawled across grey
divides my life in two.
There is no crossing this border,
only blurred memories, smears of colour drowning in shadow.

Transfigured beyond the barrier,
your image remains vivid.
Seared into the depths of my memory,
the light you cast in those years
rekindles my dreams each day.

You exist beyond my world,
outside this tangible, ordinary world
that shapes my future now.

You're so distant
that on mornings like this
I cannot tell if I invented you,
if you're something I alone believe in.

You're so distant
that my restlessness becomes merely
a single sustained note
that fills the space of my silence.