Time dilates in the corner of my eyes,

as I see my younger self and my older one –

staring at each other, holding hands

I am the thin hair,

covering my mother’s cheek,

as she smiles back at me, seconds after I am born –

I am my mother’s soul.

My father’s pride grows on his wrinkles,

as I step out in the world,

looking fearless but so full of fear,

I am my father’s dreams.

The seconds – they all pass – like sudden realizations

Like shock waves through the heart –

I am nothing but a breach in my timeline.