I met her somewhere,

when life was happening,

and she was in between the lines,

the only place where I knew how to read.

There's a broken piece of the past,

floating around in your distant future

awkwardly lodged into your present;

it brings with it a series of,

ridiculous notions,

a time for,

rebirth brought on by,

death,

a new chance.

An old life,

breathes again,

stronger,

fiercer than before,

it's hollowed out,

and the holes feed the fire.