Chapter 18
Restart
Rough Drafts: A Collection Of Badly Written Short Stories and Poems
In less than a fortnight, we hit restart
and we returned treading more lightly than ever.
We are a world class balancing act.
You are the night and I am the day,
yet together we cycle so lovingly into one another,
however we are cursed to never fully cross paths
except for in the sunrises and sunsets
that grace us with just enough light to survive.