nothing to jump

burnt bridges
&
busted brooms

swept under
to fill the void,
along with the broken dreams
we never lost.
flights of fancy
dashed
mercifully
upon the truths of the past.

presents earned;
presence lost, only the
illusion remains
untouched.

clearing the ashes
by hand.

and so once again
we begin.

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