the thin red line hung in the air
wanting to be tasted by a lonesome ear
and then devoured by a lonesome soul
A cloudy wisp floated past obscuring the line for a second
but once this passed the line was clearer than ever
it twisted and struggled with its own identity
until it realized what it wanted to say
“I love you,” it said.
and then it was finally at peace.
The Rambling Locksmith 