Under The Bridge — Strangers And Poetry

They found him under the bridge Just as he was leaving, His body still warm, His soul or whatever Nonbelievers call it, Hovering, hesitating, Realizing the cold, The hunger, the loneliness, The emptiness were gone, As were the rules he once Called stupid and unnecessary, Lockdowns, masks, no hugs, no kisses, And in that realization […]

Under The Bridge — Strangers And Poetry

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