The line

  

I know when to start

and know where to stand

the words to be said

and what they will end

I know what my part

in all of this plays

which line I need to tread

in the fury of the blaze

The why I know by heart

why on our own be we must

I learnt it from the dead

as all of us turn to dust

I know where to start

and know when to stay

the words have been said

ending it on this day

I know that my part

started the avalanche

even though I was afraid

this line was but a branch

I know to be in my heart

unease and unhappiness

I buried too many dead

lines ending in a mess

I know that it is an art

to lose and love again

one line in the vaster thread

bonding us with the same chain

It was best to be apart

I know that now she’s gone

now that this heart has bled

the line in the sand drawn.