Sometimes, it seemed she burned
bridges for warmth. Sometimes
while I was still crossing them.
I learned to look forward
to the cool breezes of being gone.
I wasn't bitter though. She needed to be free
to understand the properties of fire.
- Author: Michael Anthony ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2024 15:00
- Category: Unclassified
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