Reconciliation · a poem

Another short poem. More dreariness (of course). I hope your week ahead is more cheery than my writing!

We are forever connected, like
Skin stretched over ribs. Tight, taut
And unpassable.
When you tell me this, I say
Skin breaks and bruises.
I say
You ought to know this.

You sigh, tell me to
Remember that skin heals. It
Bridges the distance between itself,
Slowly, intentionally,
Knowing it belongs together as one.

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