there’s a line
a definite line
and when we cross it
there’s no turning back
no erasing our footprints
no pretending the heart didn’t feel
mind didn’t realize
soul didn’t grasp the undeniable fact
that there’s no starting over
we can’t always see this line
sometimes it sneaks up on us
an intruder in the night
stealing what was
taking what could’ve been
and muffling the present
until it can speak no more
one false move
a single of the slightest changes
whether we know it or not
planned for the whole nine yards
or a solitary glimmer
one little line, crossed
can topple the whole castle
will we be inside
when it falls?
