A White Thin Line
A White Thin Line
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A thin white line
And miles of barbed wire
Are what separate us
But a journey on foot, Lahore sun, suitcases in tow
Was all it took
To get to the other half
Of a broken whole;
It could have been home,
Take a breath in
And hold it.
Slow down your breathing
Focus
On wind
Rustling through your hair
Just for a moment
Be in this moment
Because it will never come back.
The fissure in the center
Is as imaginary as
The reality of our geography
Our history
Creeps through in visions, sounds, smells.
Separation is only a state of mind
And State versus State
Our stories are the same
Our lives alike,
But these fissures are deep
And we fell through the cracks