Somebody must change.
You are the reason
I've been waiting so long.
Somebody holds the key ...
humming this song
for you, Cathy,
while I'm here again.
Oh, the bridges
I've walked across in fog,
my reflections, invisible,
that day in Florence we talked about
our frustrations, secrets,
how, at times, we were forced
to settle for less than life is.
September,
the season of my heart--
I bathe in its colours,
trace words on fallen leaves.
Cheers to our bridge.
I hung it in the entrance hall
next to a large wood
framed mirror. I often look at it,
drop a coin.
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