I worry about the distance
Of the strings between our dots.
When I take my finals steps
How distant will they be?
I worry that they’ll be stretched so far apart
That one day they will fade and fray.
I fear losing this,
This connection that I have with you.
So let me work to keep them from stretching
Let me hold on and pull them back
So that no matter how far we may be
On the Earth we live in
The length between our dots will feel the same.
But when we do finally leave this Earth
And our strings are cut off
I hope that we’d have held on for so long
Our dots will stay fixed upon the places we stood,
Like red pins on a dusty map of the world.