The Poetry Snapshot: One Way Street

I’m constantly under construction,
like a Michigan road.
Because it’s easier to bear a storm,
when you are always closed.

I’ve created so much distance from all the concrete I’ve mixed and poured,
It becomes easier for you to remember all the things I’ve ignored.

I envision us to someday
be a magnificent highway.
We’d span from urban cities to rural fields,
designed like a beautiful cliché.

But instead,
all our memories
now feel bittersweet.
Because for too long,
this friendship
has felt like a one way street.

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After having a few difficult conversations this month, this poem is a reminder to reach out to the people you care about. To tell them how much you value them. To be vulnerable in meaningful relationships.