I was the sticky filling that survived the crash because I had to live for this. I think there might have been a line fating us to meet. I think it was buried red & bright in the earth, strung from the Motherland to the candy bar car. It yanked me hard enough to fracture. Soft enough to make sure I crossed your path. Do you think there is still a string underground connecting us? When the car crashed, did you feel me shatter? When you close your eyes & play & sing, do you feel me dancing? If I melt away, reassemble wrong, will you find me?
