Saturday, January 18, 2020

- The Bridge -

I built a bridge
made up of open hands.
Planks made of oaths
stronger than oak.
Then, I lit a match
marked Romance
and burned both ends.
As the smoke
began to swell and I
struggled to breathe,
I waited for the fall.
Instead, I found
the bridge firmly
planted beneath
my feet.

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