Bridges

Words took shape then hid themselves,

Afraid of misperception 

And longing for a future 

When they might become irrelevant. 

It remains an unsolved mystery 

Why we expect to be loved perfectly 

By imperfect people 

Filled with constant contradictions. 

Though to mitigate the desire 

Would be to put out the fire 

Just like our aspiration to care 

Increases our perspiration in being cared for. 

Some stop at a deity,

Content with the unseen 

While others grasp at thin air 

Waiting for flesh to appear. 

Closeness is measured by frequent farness,

Farness by the illusion of closeness 

Since the bridges that stand the test of time

Are those rarely visible to the naked eye. 

Figured out the perfect thing to say 

After the conversation concluded 

Which only goes to show 

We don’t want to stay ‘til we’re about to go.

-Sam Hendrian

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