Tempted to send a single line,
see if it pulls you in this time,
they have before, we’ve talked once more,
skating on thin ice,
I know could crack at any time.
Is that the thrill?
Is that the need?
Seeing if the ice can withstand the heat?
If we can swim in coldest water,
find a way toward each other,
warm our bones and remember what mattered,
what matters?
Do we know,
will we ever?
Hope for hope in hopeless tatters.
Emily©
Beautifully written. Love the metaphor of thin ice.
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Thank you ☺
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You are very welcome. My pleasure on this end. 🙂
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