the bridge we had built stood wooly on its frame,
despite our best efforts, it collapsed
under the weight of darkness
and it never stood again
a few years later
new houses appeared
at the edge of the river
nobody there to remember
the other side of it
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
the bridge we had built stood wooly on its frame,
despite our best efforts, it collapsed
under the weight of darkness
and it never stood again
a few years later
new houses appeared
at the edge of the river
nobody there to remember
the other side of it
it takes time to heal
but you heal
a few years later
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