Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Traveller

I became your passage
Both to adulthood
And later, adultery.

First I was all to you,
Then I was nothing but a passage.
Within time I was your all again.

But you cannot stand on one land –
You want to cross the two sides
And built a bridge I so wanted to destroy.

Hence I am nothing again.
Only it was I who burned the bridge

With us standing each on a different coast.

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