Spaces
Cold stone steps.
It’s like a memory isn’t enough to help me ascend,
And this rift…
The traverse between is just an excuse.
I don’t have what I need to bridge this gap,
The tools or the time,
Just an earnest desire to.
Copyright © David A. Cain | Year Posted 2015
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