We’re all lost dots in the lattice.
Finding our way across dimensions,
(When we struck past one another
like two forlorn atoms in the dark,
was the brush strong enough to remind
how you and I had once connected
amidst the mesh and the web.
How we had given up a bit on our footholds
to go a tad towards each other’s way.
How we’d rested in each-other’s voids
amidst our fragile existences.
And how it was all rush and electric,
till the charge evanesced.)
When the end arrives, a zillion touch heavier,
will we get to pick what to forsake and which ones to hold?
Who knows where the forces lead.