The riddle of Yin and Love
I painted a picture of a waterfall and two cranes;
but I left it out in the rain.
With it faded and ruined,
it reminded me of you.
That I almost gave you my heart again,
till the wall reminded me I don't
have the strength to bend.
It looked sort of like the poem I wrote you once.
After it had dried,
after being
soaked in all
the tears I cried.
I'd forgotten how I threw away the letters,
that poem, and the feelings.
And convinced myself to never again
court the pain love brings.
Until I saw my painting bleached almost white;
waiting for me to draw again beneath the moonlight.
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Jennifer Pritchett
