There’s a line on the page where I look

It’s on the website next to an author’s name

A date on one side, nothing on the other

The line holds

Or rather does that man hold the line

Since it hangs there

Straight on the page

Black. Listless.

Destined to connect to something on the other end

It’s patient here

But then I look at another webpage

And for another young man

It’s not the same

For there’s a date on both sides of the line under his name

The line there is satisfied

No longer dangling

For that man died

There’s a line we all carry

Sometimes we forget

When we worry. When we curse others. When we do things we don’t want to do.

It’s me being unkind to you

The line is held from the day of birth

It hangs like an outstretched arm

As we live our lives like bracelet charms

The line is dropped by all eventually

When each of us meets destiny

The line has an end

Do you see it coming

We’re in each other’s lines

I’m in yours and you’re in mine

There’s Someone who draws that line

The Author of time

He cares about what we do while in line

You can’t hide

For eternity is on the other side