There is no bridge; reach out and take my hand,
my strength.  I promise I will always hold
as tightly to your life as life demands.
I know the doubts you know.  I know I told
you lies that I could never comprehend
were lies, the way a liar deals in shades
of contemplated wounds.  These wounds will mend.
I do not offer love in cheap charades.
Yes, love.  My hand is love and yours is trust.
This gap will disappear into our touch.
I’ll wait for you forever if I must;
forever is so little for so much.
There is no bridge to span this chasm’s length,
but there is trust which fortifies my strength.

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