Wrinkles

It's like this.

We walk, horizontally, counterclockwise

contrary to each other,

we walk. Treading,

white cotton touched with gray.

It's like this.

We're tiny, ant-specks on the universe

thimbles in a Louis Vuitton

bag. We walk and run,

leap and never stop.

It's like this.

You know, darling, that

we'll never meet.

The space between us never

ends. Our world.

It's like this.

Take your side, take

mine, and pull, tug, and let them meet.

A wrinkle, in space. We

are hand-to-hand. Now.

#yungseolee #poetry