Building Bridges

They agreed:
it had been a grand day out.

They’d eaten cake.  Walked.
Talked. Oh how they’d talked.

The issues had fallen away.
(A weight being lifted).

The resentments had flown.
(Tiny birds disappearing on the horizon).

The disappointments had drifted off on the outgoing tide
and drowned.

Something in them that was lost
had been found.

Rekindled is a word that springs to mind.

I’m hoping they won’t find all their old rubbish
piled up against their back door once they get home.

But, if so, that is a bridge they’ll have to cross
when they come to it.

If It's Love