Resignation

I tried to build a bridge between
The shores of you and me;
It was as if I’d never seen
The compass of the sea,

For every single thing I tried
To span the way to you
Fell victim to the rising tide,
Which broke the bridge in two.

And so we stayed a sea apart
And thought what might have been
If only I were wicked-smart
Or put more effort in.

But what’s the point of deep regret?
For that, the water‘s no less wet.

Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash

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