My bridge to you crosses
the bones of old lovers.
They call out,
remind me of promises made
hearts given
They urge me
'turn back'.
Courage dares me
'take the first step'.

Cross over, I must
or lose myself
to the wail below.
Frozen in time,
Lot's wife,

Pris Campbell

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Music: Nocturne Op 9, no 2, by Chopin

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