Fault – Lines

10 Feb

There is a fault line in our bed

Each of us too scared to cross it

Fear that it may swallow us whole

There is no promise, no guarantee

That we will be met half way

The fault line expands with the passing of time

There is no biding it away

We have forgotten whose errors created it

The growth

Compliments of our negligence to reach across

the fault line.

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