If bridges were steps to forgiveness, I’d collect every tear you drop-
Pave the road with hope, and the love we brought.
If gardens grew trust, it’d be a golden crop-
And every bit of fruit we share, a taste of love we sought.
If distance was a rainbow, for your hug I’d hop-
For every moment I exist, you are in my thought.
© Delia Ross. 2020
Cliffnote: Still apologizing to my love (and enemies) for uprooting his existence and shining my light on his darkness that he’s pulling and sucking every bit of light from me, until you won’t be able to distinguish the light from the dark as we become one, our words embedded with time.
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