Current Change

by Kleav

Our love was the Rio Grande and it always seemed to flow towards the border — that invisible line filled with disorder. We tip-toed around that odd boundary till we stood on either side of it, sights of lit up smiles and silenced frowns were what made us patrol that unseen edge from spoken words of “I’m sorry”s and “you bruised me”s, but the truth be, that the line we most fear to cross is lost when we search blurry maps marked with messy syntax, cuz the facts are that working on love creates new roads that allow you to let go of old ones, old woes of what you lack and fear to be given back; our love was the Rio Grande and at some point it started to flow backwards.

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