I don't know how to let go

Down the span connecting two poles

Across the bridge waging just time

Where I am alone on the other side

If I knew much better words

They would have reached you somehow

But beyond is the thought

That chases you away

There's a process I am told

That weaves us all into the same design

My thoughts stream parallel

No sooner defined

By some luck all remainders align

To resurface, in the pleasure of time

What we recall, we dismiss

To the ends,

The bonds of forgiveness