Bridge, River
He sees himself in her, but
when she looks at him,
she sees nothing.
They don’t touch.
She keeps running away, but
they both know
she is as tied to him as
he is to her.
Stranded between her shores,
he waits.
He watches over her.
She is the only melody
he has ever tried
to understand.
He is her stone.
NaPoWriMo Day 28
a weightiness to this, and a yearning ~
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