if we turned away.
if we just drove away from it all;
gone would be a past
left to pass.
pain is like a mirror
and it reflects back if we keep looking at it.
in all that hurt that dwells within –
it can quickly disappear;
take a look at my hand in yours –
we find –
in each day’s sunrise
and if we both untie our chains,
we just may find
the love we have been needing.
c. 2016 bgw