“You can't build a bridge without stone.”
But I did.
I built a bridge
Large enough to span across the Nile.
I had no brick, lumber, or steel.
All I had were the remnants
Of her past and mine.
I did the impossible:
A word she used
For any occasion
Difficult enough to doubt.
She swore the passion
And love we had
Was worth keeping.
Insecurities vanished with that
First, innocuous kiss.
The bridge I built was destroyed
In the end
By fear and distrust.
The once love intertwined bridge
Collapsed under it's own weight
Of hatred for commitment and abuse.
She opened herself to the new world
And in return was crushed by
Ignorance and spiteful acts.
Maybe you can't built a bridge without stone after all.