Stupid Bloody Sunday

Sometimes

the proverbial  knickers get ‘ringed’ and twisted

Then within the angst

The thought entered

That quite possible …

One of the two off you were

Calculated

And the the other one was

A fool

(…. yet it didn’t stop the fool

and it didn’t change the calculated)

Some nights(previously/in the past)

you two lovebirds

would willingly crash into all the delusional fairy tales

And the Impossible would then be proclaimed

And ‘believed

& Confirmed to each other

You both agreed, then, in the moment, that there had to be

A  ‘ thing’, that really mattered … A bridge that could take you across …

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