In this place where we once met
You no longer come around
Sitting here in emptiness
I do not hear a sound
With this bridge being burned
There is but one way to leave
Away from the ashes
To a place I can breathe
Rotting in place is not a way
My heart wants to thrive
Simply by leaving
I’m becoming alive
©️September 2020
DWP
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