Let’s put down,

the pretenses;

come,

tell me

you are sorry,

like you mean it;

Missing you 

is like living,

in an islet;

disconnected;

– but this time,

you own the planks,

you hold the strings,

you have the nails,

come,

fix the bridge. 

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