Continental

It would take a few more sunsets until we realize
that there is now a gap between us,
centimeters slowly ripping us apart.

The thing about tectonic movement is
we don’t have control over something we never notice
until it has finished breaking us.

Maybe we are just born drifters, accepting wherever the seas want us to be in.
Centuries will pass through our limited days,
and one day they’ll call you Europe and I’ll be America.

But I’ll never forget my fossils,
or my jagged coastlines that was once ours.

Maybe one day the seas will bring us back and decide that
this is where we ought to be.