Nuestro Puente

He used his colorful saying: there's two people on opposite sides of the bridge.

The bridge inbetween them is broken.

And it's one thing I understand.

But if the ground and framework is stable, you can rebuild it.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

Thank you for coming clean with me.

Thank you for not letting me hurt myself any longer, and to finally take off my blindfold.

I no longer want to be surrounded in a clouded mist or living in an aire of mystery.

I had for too long.

But tonight, you cleared the smoke.

Granted, the truth hurts.

And this did hurt.

Although not as bad as I thought it would.

Yes, my heart sank.

It had been broken.

But it did not burn nor sting.

However, it did not feel good.

Some words cleansed and assured me.

Oddly enough, I'm okay.

And I know deep inside my longing secrets, my wishes.

Things you hadn't thought of.

Now I'll say that if it kills me, I will rebuild this bridge.

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